THE BRASS BOWL
"At seven o'clock, to the minute, yeh comes"
"Never mind. At ten minutes to seven I took a cab from here to the Primordial Club, where I dined at seven precisely."
"And what's more," interposed the cabman eagerly, "I took yer there, sir."
"Thank you. Furthermore, sleuth, you say that you followed me around town from seven o'clock until—when?"
"I said" stammered the plain-clothes man, purple with confusion.
"No matter. I didn't leave the Primordial until a quarter to eleven. But all this aside, as I understand it, you are asserting that, having given you all this trouble to-day, and knowing that you were after me, I deliberately hopped into a cab fifteen minutes ago, came up Fifth Avenue at such breakneck speed that this officer thought it was a runaway, and finally jumped out and ran up-stairs here to fire a revolver three times, for no purpose whatsoever beyond bringing you gentlemen about my ears?"
Hickey's jaw sagged. The cabby ostentatiously
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