"McCann," I began, "have you arranged to keep the doll store under constant surveillance, as we agreed
last night?"
"You bet. A flea couldn't hop in or out without being spotted."
"Any reports?"
"The boys ringed the joint close to midnight. The front's all dark. There's a building in the back an' a
space between it an' the rear of the joint. There's a window with a heavy shutter, but a line of light shows
under it. About two o'clock this fish-white gal comes slipping up the street and lets in. The boys at the
back hear a hell of a squalling, an' then the light goes out. This morning the gal opens the shop. After a
while the hag shows up, too. They're covered, all right."
"What have you found out about them?"