"Well, Curly, I have come here to-night to get you to do another favor for me, but first answer me one question."
"All right, sir. What's that?"
"Do they let you in at Mike Grinnel's Sunday night prayer meetings?"
"They sure do, Mr. Carter."
"If you were at liberty at this minute, isn't that the first place you would point for?"
"That's about the size of it."
"And you would have no trouble in getting inside?"
"Not the least in the world."
"If the inspector will consent to let you go will you take me there—me and this young man beside me, who is my assistant—on condition that I make you a solemn promise that I will make no arrest while there; that I will in no way interfere with Grinnel's business, or with any of his customers who are there, and that unless you reveal the fact yourself it will never be known that I was inside the place?"
Curly John scratched his head in perplexity.