The inspiration for which he
had longed was his at last. He went to the desk where the
telephone was, and took up the receiver.
"Give me 3100 Spring," he said. As he waited for the connection
he smiled widely on the astonished Gilder. " 'Tain't too late,"
he said joyously. "I must have been losing my mind not to have
thought of it before." The impact of sounds on his ear from the
receiver set him to attention.
"Headquarters?" he called. "Inspector Burke speaking. Who's in
my office? I want him quick." He smiled as he listened, and he
spoke again to Gilder. "It's Smith, the best man I have. That's
luck, if you ask me." Then again he spoke into the mouthpiece of
the telephone.
"Oh, Ed, send some one up to that Turner woman. You have the
address. Just see that she is tipped off, that Joe Garson and
some pals are going to break into Edward Gilder's house to-night.
Get some stool-pigeon to hand her the information. You'd better
get to work damned quick. Understand?"
The Inspector pulled out that watch of which Aggie Lynch had
spoken so avariciously, and glanced at it, then went on speaking:
"It's ten-thirty now.
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