“I know the building. It runs back so far that it cuts into the cross-town lots.”
“That’s it. There’s a little square yard just back of it. An alley runs from the yard to the street below, and there are other near entrances.”
“With a sentry guarding each.”
“No doubt of it.”
“And you’ve got to get in without alarming any one of them.”
Nick nodded.
“Well, if it was anybody but you, Nick, I’d say it couldn’t be done. Of course we have sprung traps of that kind, but not when men like Benton were inside. Take care of yourselves, and if there’s any cutting or shooting, let the other fellows get it. The community can spare Benton or any of his crew better than it can spare you two.”
With this piece of good advice, the inspector wished Nick and Chick success, and they left the office.
They walked along in the direction of the Bowery. Suddenly Chick said:
“We are followed.”