"Yes, sir. It's none too pleasant, but I guess it's all right."
"We'll see that you're made comfortable, and I hope we'll be able to let you go within a day or so."
He pressed a button, and turned Walters over to one of the officers on inside duty, with instructions to see that the young taxi-driver was afforded every courtesy and comfort, and was not treated as a criminal. Spike turned at the door.
"I want to thank you—"
"That's all right, Spike!"
"You're both mighty nice fellers—especially you, Mr. Carroll. I'm for you every time!"
Carroll blushed like a schoolgirl. The door closed behind Walters, and
Carroll faced Leverage.
"Next thing is the body, chief."
"Want it up here?"
"If you please."