"No," he answered, seriously. "No, I don't, Doc. But them houses are old, and I think maybe there's a rat
hole of a passage or something she gets through. Anyway, the hands are watching the street an' the
coupe stable now, an' she can't pull that again."
He added, morosely:
"At that, I ain't saying she couldn't bridle a broomstick if she had to."
I said, abruptly: "McCann, I'm going down to talk to this Madame Mandilip. I want you to come with
me."
He said: "I'll be right beside you, Doc. With my fingers on my guns."
I said: "No, I'm going to see her alone. But I want you to keep close watch outside."
He did not like that; argued; at last reluctantly assented.