"Want to see the goods, do they?" chuckled Quirk. He rattled some coins in the pocket under his round abdomen.
"Yes."
"Well, what do they want me to do?"
"Show the goods, I guess."
"Any suggestions?"
"No, that's up to you."
"I'm on," said Quirk. "Come back in two hours. I'll run right upstairs and get my hat. An' here, if you won't take a drink, have a cigar: it's a long wait. See you later."
§6. The great bulk of Police Lieutenant Donovan was hunched up in an upholstered armchair beside the table in his private office when Quirk entered. He looked as if his caller was not welcome.
"Nothin' doin' so far," he said.
Quirk, too, was serious.