THE BRASS BOWL
And again: "How'd yeh s'pose Anisty got this cab?"
"I don't know—must've been in the house—I told cabby to wait—Anisty seems to have walked out right on your heels."
"Hell!" And a moment later: "What's this about a woman in the case?"
Maitland took swift thought on her behalf.
"Too long to go into now," he parried the query. "You help me catch this scoundrel Anisty and I'll put in a good word for you with the deputy commissioner."
"Ah, yeh help me nab him," grunted the detective, "’nd I won't need no good word with nobody."
The hansom swung into Broadway, going like a whirlwind; and picked up an uniformed officer in front of the Flatiron Building, who, shouting and using his locust stridently, sprinted after them. A block further down another fell into line; and he it was who panted at the step an instant after the cab had lurched to a stop before the entrance to the St. Luke Building.
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