Drew said that he and his fellow detective, Howe, had been riding that car line for three days, because there had been several losses by surface line riders along that line.
“When we saw these two birds,” he went on, “we knew we had our men. We—”
“You knew them?” the judge interrupted.
“It’s our business to know them. We know more than three hundred pickpockets by sight.”
“You’re too darn smart!” snarled the slighter of the two prisoners.
The bailiff rapped for order.
“Have these men a record?” the judge asked.
Drew Lane passed up two sheets of paper.
The judge studied these with a gathering scowl. Then his face lighted as he looked at Drew Lane.
“Bad ones. That right?”