“If anything of importance has occurred, I will send you word.”
“Then, good night.”
They had walked out into the street, and now they separated, one starting uptown and the other walking down to the corner of Twenty-fourth Street, where he halted to wait for a car.
For a moment or so Carter was in doubt about which one he ought to follow.
Richard Darwin had mentioned that he was going downtown to a place kept by a man named Lem Samson.
The detective was familiar with the place, which was one of the worst crooks’ resorts on Houston Street, near Macdougal Street.
He also knew that Brockey Gann was the leader of a gang of thugs.
He had arrested Brockey several times, and once he succeeded in sending him to State’s prison for a short term.
Carter saw Darwin start out toward the center of the street as a downtown car came along.
In an instant his mind was made up.