"So that's when yuh met Annie Millikan," Tim said. "I was wonderin'
how yuh knew her."
"That's when I met her. She's one fine girl, Tim, a sure-enough
thoroughbred. She has fought against heavy odds all her life to keep
good and honest. And she's done it."
"She has that," agreed Mrs. Muldoon heartily. "Annie is a good girrl.
I always liked her."
"I'd bet my last chip on Annie. So last night I went straight to her.
She wouldn't throw down 'Slim' Jim, but she gave me an address. I went
there and met Durand."
"With his gang?" asked Tim.
"No; I waited till they had gone. I locked myself in a room alone with
him. He took eight shots at me in the dark and then we mixed."
"Mother o' Moses!" exclaimed the policeman. "In the dark?"
"No. I had switched the lights on."
"You bate him! I can see it in your eye!" cried Muldoon, pounding the
table so that the dishes jumped.
"You'll have to ask him about that." Clay passed to more important
facts. "When I reached home Kitty was there. They had dropped her in
the Park to make a safe getaway."
"That's good."
"But Tim--when Annie Millikan gave me the address where Jerry Durand
was, the driver of my taxi saw her. The man was 'Slim' Jim."
Muldoon sat up, a serious look on his face. "Man, yuh spilt the beans
that time. How'd you ever come to do it? They'll take it out on
Annie, the dogs." The eyes of the policeman blazed.
"Unless we stand by her."
"Sure, and we'll do that.
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