The Assistant Superintendent noted these directions, and listened impassively while Norvin poured forth his story of the murder. Before it was fairly concluded he was summoned elsewhere, and, turning away abruptly, he left the room, like a man who knows he must think of but one thing at a time. The young man, wiping his face with uncertain hand, turned to the Mayor.
"Dan was the second friend I've seen murdered by these devils," he said. "I'd like to do something."
"We'll need your help, if it was really the dagoes."
"What? There's no doubt on that score. Donnelly was warned."
"Well, we ought to have them under arrest in short order."
"And then what? They've probably arranged their alibis long ago. The fellows who did the shooting are not the only ones, either. We must get the leaders."
"Exactly. O'Neil understands."
"But he'll fail, as Donnelly failed."
"What would you have us do?"
Blake spoke excitedly, his emotions finding a vent.