"Car put in gar-rage—all quiet. Aye get scared. Aye see clear now—Aye run like hell!"
"That's all you know, is it, Nels?" asked Marsh.
"All now—but Aye watch."
"You're a good man, Nels—real smart," said Marsh. "Here's some more money for you. Maybe I'll come to see you again."
"You bane fine man," grinned Nels, as he pocketed the additional bill.
"Good-bye, Nels," said Marsh, "Better not tell anybody about our talk. Your wife might hear about it."
Nels winked knowingly and they parted, Marsh going directly to the station of the electric line and returning to Chicago.
As he approached his apartment, Marsh saw a heavily built man lounging on the steps and chatting with the policeman on duty. Marsh paid no attention to this man, merely nodding to the policeman as he passed, and climbed the stairs to his apartment. But after he had unlocked the door he stood in the hall instead of entering. Presently the man came up the stairs and they entered the apartment together. As soon as the door closed the man said, "I've got that dope for you." He pulled out a long envelope and handed it to Marsh.
"Thanks," said Marsh as he took the envelope. "Things are shaping themselves fine."
"Anything I can do?" asked the man.