"The police!" The other laughed derisively. "They don't go after the Big Chief's friends—not when he stands by 'em."
"The 'Big Chief'?"
"Coll McSheen."
"Mr. McSheen!"
"He's it!"
"It? What? I don't understand."
"Well, don't bring me into this."
"I will not."
"He's at the bottom of the whole business. He's the lawyer 't gives the dope and takes care of 'em. He owns the place—'t least, Mick Raffity and Gallagin and Smooth Ally own the places; and he owns them. He knows all about it and they don't turn a hand without him. Oh! I know him—I know 'em all!"
"You think this is the girl the lady was looking for?"