“That is, that if we discover crookedness on the part of these horsemen, you are not to drop the matter as soon as you are made whole. You are to stand up to the rack and help me to have justice done to them.”
“I will do that willingly.[{7}]”
“It may cause you some trouble in your brokerage business.”
“That doesn’t matter.”
“That is all at present, then. You may see me at your office to-morrow. If a man calls and asks to see you in regard to Lackawanna admit him to your private room at once. You may not recognize me, but you can trust the man that mentions that word.”
After the departure of the broker the detective busied himself for some moments in the examination of a list of the many pool-rooms in the lower part of the city.
“It’s a tough job,” he thought, “but it will give me a chance to see the inside of some of these dens again.”
He stepped into an inner room, and in a few minutes returned in the guise of a cattle drover from the far West.
When he left his office shortly afterward he took the direction of Barclay Street, and soon entered one of the disreputable pool-rooms in the vicinity of that thoroughfare.
The place he entered was in a basement, and was foul, musty, and suffocating.