onto the sidewalk. Emergency brakes were slammed on and the cab stopped with a shrieking of abused brakes. A policeman stood on the running board of the cab beside the driver. The bluecoat jumped off and approached Speedy.
"See anything of a blue Sturges sedan with a tough guy at the wheel?" snapped the cop.
Speedy was all attention in an instant.
"Sure, it stopped here and picked up a fellow. I don't know the driver, but the man he picked up was Puggy Callahan."
"How do you know Puggy, hey?" asked the cop sharply. "But forget that for the minute—which direction did the car take?"
"Straight ahead, going fast," returned Speedy.
A new voice cut in. The traffic cop had come over from the street, having observed the other officer and Speedy in conversation.
"What's the row, Mike?" asked the traffic policeman.
"Guy stole a Sturges sedan from down around the old Lincoln ferry slip. The owner came out just after the get-away. I was half block away, just too late to grab 'em red-handed. Jumped aboard this 'yellow' and came after them hell-bent. We lost sight of them back up the street a quarter of a mile and I asked this kid if he spotted them."
"I saw them myself," said the traffic policeman promptly. "Nearly gave 'em a ticket for speeding."
"O.K. I'm off!" cried the other cop, leaping aboard the running board of the taxi. He ordered
