l we know, he might be right here in little
old New York--the best hiding place in the known world. I hate to think
of the places a man could plant in this town!"

"Sure! But they always come around the old corner. Remember Dutch Gus,
the boxman. Five years, Chief, in every town on the map, and then he
was picked up at Forty-second Street and Broadway. Maybe your friend,
Cutbert, will show up some day?"

"Cuthbert!" corrected Drew. "He's no friend of mine, Delaney. The
trouble is, we haven't got a single photograph of him. That shows he
was figuring on crime all his life. A man who don't get his picture
taken, is generally a man to watch."

"He's slick, Chief. What does he look like?"

Drew pressed a buzzer-button. "Look like?" he said, turning toward the
door. "Oh, he is a little fellow, quick-tempered and probably handy
with a gat. He's dangerous. I think Cuthbert Morphy is a good lead if
we can find him."

"I never did like that first name!" Delaney blurted as Harrigan opened
the door to a crack.

"What have you found out about Harry Nichols?" asked Drew, as the
assistant-manager stepped in softly.

"Got Plattsburg, Chief," said Harrigan briefly. "Harry is O. K. up
there. Captain's commission. Three months intensive training. Going to
France soon. On fourteen-days' furlough in New York. Was floor manager
for Harris, Post and Browning. Quit good job to go in the Army. Harris,
of the brokerage firm, says Harry can come back and hang up his hat any
time. That's about all!"

"Umph!" said Drew. "That's fine, in a way. He couldn't have a better
record. Now we'll lay him aside. What did Frick learn at Ossining?"

"Frick 'phoned once. I was going to connect you with him but that
fellow with the bird-cage came in. Frick says the warden is O. K. and
will lend every aid. He saw Morphy in the Auditor's Department. Looks
worried, he says. Getting old! The visitor's list shows that he's had
an average of three visits a month. No sign of his brother. There's a
fellow calls, though, who might be Cuthbert Morphy. Answers general
description. They'll pinch him next time he comes. We never thought of
looking for him there!"

"No! We were going to _send_ him there! It's like a crook, though, to
play with fire. What else did Frick say?"

"Nothing more, Chief. He's looking around. He says he'll report as soon
as there is anything. He says----"

"Buurr! Burrr! Burrrr!"

Drew turned and snatched up the telephone receiver. H