Anthony and Runnels on either side
of him. But before he had gone a block, he halted suddenly,
saying:
"Williams! I'd forgotten him and his warrant."
"He's fixed," Runnels explained. "While your father and Mrs.
Cortlandt and Colonel Jolson were getting you out of jail,
Clifford and I told him the truth. He's rather a decent fellow.
They have caught the real Jefferson Locke, or whatever his name
is."
"No!"
"Yes; a week ago. He landed in Boston; couldn't stay away from his
own country any longer. Williams hadn't heard of it."
"What has become of Higgins?" Kirk inquired of his father.
Anthony Senior exploded:
"Oh, he's back scorching up the Tenderloin as usual, but you'll
have to cut him out, or I'll leave you here. That's final,
understand?"
"I intend to stay here, anyhow."
"Huh?" The old man turned with a start. "I'm damned if you do."
Then, savagely: "What do you suppose I came down here for? I'm
lonesome. I want you to come home."
Kirk smiled craftily and looked at Runnels. "Well, what can you
offer? I'm doing pretty well as it is, and I can't afford to lay
off."
His father in turn appealed to the Acting Superintendent. "See!
It's nothing less than blackmail. Is he any good, Mr. Runnels?"
"If there weren't so much politics in this job, he'd be Master of
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