The somber outline of police headquarters bulked in the night. Carroll swung down the alley, shut off his motor and entered. He found Leverage in his office and settled at once to a discussion of developments. But when he would have spoken Leverage cut him off. Leverage had news—and Leverage was frankly proud of the fact that he had news.
"Just got an interesting report from Cartwright," he announced.
"Regarding Barker?" Carroll hitched his chair forward eagerly.
"Yes."
"What is it?"
"Yesterday afternoon at five o'clock William Barker went to the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Gerald Lawrence. He was in the house eighteen minutes."
"Why wasn't this told me last night?"
"Cartwright didn't think anything of it. He included it in his report which was turned in to me this morning."
"Why did he think it was unimportant?"
"Said he thought Barker was probably looking for a job."