"Then, inspector—" Manford began.
The inspector winked good-humouredly.
"Since we're all such old friends I agree. I've never had a come-back yet from reading a little humanity and mercy into the law. You've a good deal to learn about police work, young man. Let's start your education now. We'll see what the boys have bagged."
CHAPTER XIII
ALSOP'S INCREDIBLE VISITOR
When the crowded police van had left, Nora, Garth, and the inspector stepped into the crisp night air.
"Garth," the inspector said, "you and Nora ought to have medals or something. That pale-face at the head of the gang is Jerry Smith. He must have been sent on from San Francisco. If there's a country-wide syndicate of crime he's on the board of directors along with your old friend Slim."
"Some day," Garth said, "that syndicate will be tapped properly."
Nora, after her experience in the heavy, repellent atmosphere of the house, was anxious to remain in the air. She proposed that they walk down town.