"What about--" he jerked his thumb upward to signify the coining
plant.
"All right," whispered McMurdo, who had devised a safe hiding
place under the floor.
"I'll bid you good-bye," said the Boss, shaking hands. "I'll see
Reilly the lawyer and take the defense upon myself. Take my word
for it that they won't be able to hold you."
"I wouldn't bet on that. Guard the prisoner, you two, and shoot
him if he tries any games. I'll search the house before I
leave."
He did so; but apparently found no trace of the concealed plant.
When he had descended he and his men escorted McMurdo to
headquarters. Darkness had fallen, and a keen blizzard was
blowing so that the streets were nearly deserted; but a few
loiterers followed the group, and emboldened by invisibility
shouted imprecations at the prisoner.
"Lynch the cursed Scowrer!" they cried. "Lynch him!" They
laughed and jeered as he was pushed into the police station.
After a short, formal examination from the inspector in charge he
was put into the common cell. Here he found Baldwin and three
other criminals of the night before, all arrested that afternoon
and waiting their trial next morning.
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