"Whatta youse doin' here?" demanded a husky voice.
Muldoon nodded a greeting. "'Lo, Dave. Just lookin' around to see the
scene of the scrap. How about yuh?"
"Beat it," ordered Gorilla Dave, his head thrust forward in a threat.
"Youse got no business here."
"Friends av mine." The officer indicated the young woman and her
father. "They wanted to see where 'Slim' was knocked out. So I showed
'em. No harm done."
Dave moved to one side. "Beat it," he ordered again.
In the pocket of Muldoon was a request of the district attorney for
admission to the house for the party, with an O.K. by the captain of
police in the precinct, but Tim did not show it. He preferred to let
Dave think that he had been breaking the rules of the force for the
sake of a little private graft. There was no reason whatever for
warning Durand that they were aware of the clever trick he had pulled
off in regard to the partition.
CHAPTER XXXV
TWO AND TWO MAKE FOUR
From Maddock's the Whitfords drove straight to the apartment house of
Clarendon Bromfield. For the third time that morning the clubman's
valet found himself overborne by the insistence of visitors.
"We're coming in, you know," the owner of the Bird Cage told him in
answer to his explanation of why his master could not be seen. "This
is important business and we've got to see Bromfield."
"Yes, sir, but he said--"
"He'll change his mind when he knows why we're here." Whitford pushed
in and Beatrice followed him.
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