“’Twas careless,” said the desk-sergeant.
“Careless? It was criminal!” Jamison seemed to be mourning over the decay of crime. “I haven’t had a real good case in a coon’s age. Crooks haven’t got brains any more.”
And he shook his head in the most abysmal gloom.
Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the April, 1922 issue of The Black Mask magazine.