"Of course you can't be certain of
such things, but one of my men, who is scouting around the
Tenderloin looking for what he can find, tells me that he saw a
car near that gambling joint on Forty-eighth Street and that it
may have been the repainted and renumbered Warrington car--at
least it tallies with the description that we got from the garage
keeper in north Jersey.
"Did he see who drove it?" asked Garrick eagerly.
"Not very well. It was a short, undersized man, as nearly as he
could make out. Someone whom he did not recognize jumped in it
from the gambling house and they disappeared. Even though my man,
his suspicions aroused, tried to follow them in a taxicab they
managed to leave him behind."
"In what direction did they go?" asked Garrick.
"Toward the West Side--where those fly-by-night garages are all
located."
"Or, perhaps, the Jersey ferries," suggested Garrick.
"Well, I thought you might like to know about this undersized
driver," said McBirney a little sulkily because Garrick had not
displayed as much enthusiasm as he expected.
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