Kenton shook his head.
“Never mind that. Have you any idea how he met his death? Had he any enemies that you know?”
Captain Dolan ran his bony fingers through his grizzled locks, his eyes still on the body of his friend.
“Enemies he had aplenty, officer, like any two-fisted man with the disposition of Terence McFadden. ’Twas only last week he cleaned up two of the Jerry Kramer gang that tried to hold him up with a pistol down on this very street. But his worry tonight had nothing to do with them. A man like Terence could take care of himself against any man. Truth to tell, he was his own worst enemy.”
Kenton broke in sharply.
“What’s that? He was worried tonight, you say?”
There seemed to be a trace of evasion in Captain Dolan’s manner.
“It was a piece he read in the paper. It fair spoiled his supper for him.”
“What was it about?”
“It was an item from the Zoo,” replied Captain Dolan.