Anyhow, we'll just drop into the place. We may not
find them, but we'll have an interesting time. Then, there is the
possibility of getting a strangle hold on someone, anyhow."
Garrick was evidently figuring on having driven our gunman back
into the haunts of the underworld.
There seemed to be no other course that presented itself and
therefore, rather than remain inactive until something new turned
up, I consented to accompany him in his excursion.
Forbes, still uncommunicatively protesting that he would say
nothing until he had an opportunity to consult a lawyer, had been
taken down to New York by Dillon during the morning and was lodged
in a West Side prison under a technical charge which was
sufficient to hold him until Garrick could investigate his case
and fix his real status.
We had taken a cross-town car, with the intention of looking over
the dive where Garrick believed the crooks might drop in. The ride
itself was uninteresting, but not so by any means the objective
point of our journey.
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