"Huh? How do you mean?"
"They don't use the third degree around here. O'Hearn isn't going to tell them a thing, and you know it. They'll have to check with Chicago, the FBI, follow a dozen separate leads for days at least. And what do his pals do meanwhile?"
Yamamura stopped in midstride. "If you have any half-cooked scheme of beating the truth out of him, forget it," he said in a chill voice.
"Oh, no," said Kintyre. "But do you think we could get away with holding him, unharmed, for maybe twenty-four hours?"
"It would be kidnaping."
"What was he trying to do to Guido?"
Yamamura stared at the sabers on the wall. "What do you want to do?"
"Get his information out of him in less time than the police will need."
"I think an excuse could be manufactured," said Yamamura dreamily. "If not for a whole twenty-four hours, for twelve or so. This reminds me of my days in OSS. Okay, I'll risk it."
"Good," said Kintyre. "Then follow my lead."