"No—yes. Buy a gun. If I bring you into any trouble, I'll see you clear.
You understand?"
"I do."
"I rely on your being game."
"To the limit," said Jack. "Here comes your friend. Won't this arrest ball things up? Shall I rustle bail?"
"No," said Darrow. "I want to think. All I need is all the papers. I'll be out by ten to-morrow morning, sure."
"Why are you sure of that?"
"Because by that hour McCarthy will have disappeared," said Percy Darrow.
The man in the gray suit, having finished his scrutiny, lounged forward.
"You are Mr. Darrow," he stated.
"Sure I am, my amiable but obvious sleuth," drawled that young man. "Lead on." He nodded a farewell to Jack, and linked his arm in that of the officer. After a few moments he burst into an irrepressible chuckle.