"You say this case is mine—absolutely? To handle as I see fit?"
"Yes."
"You agree that we have enough against William Barker to arrest him?"
"Gosh—I said that the first day we met him."
"You also agree that he knows whatever connection the Lawrences have with the Warren murder?"
"I do."
"Then get Barker. Bring him here!"
Leverage departed with a light step. There was a smile on his lips. Here was the style of procedure with which he was familiar and in full sympathy. Here was action supplanting stagnation—something definite succeeding the long nerve-wracking period of conjecture which appeared to lead nowhere save into a labyrinth of endless discussion.
He started the machinery of the department to moving. When he returned to his office an hour later, Carroll was still seated motionlessly before the grate fire—an extinguished cigar between his teeth—eyes focused intently on the dancing flames. Leverage spoke—
"I've got Barker."