of them gorillas of yours hangin’ around outside, or we'd a had a whole streetful o' murders on our hands.”
"Lieutenant Grady, was it?" queried Tony pleasantly. "I'll have to remember that."
"I don't care what you remember. Just come along quietly, both o' you muggs."
"Got a warrant?"
"Naw, 'course not."
"What's the charge?"
"Carryin' concealed weapons."
"But I'm not carrying concealed weapons."
"Naw?" exclaimed the burly detective incredulously. "Humph! Tryin' to stall, eh? Keep the rod on 'em, Jim, while I frisk 'em."
Quickly and thoroughly he searched Tony, but of course he did not extend it below the knees. Obviously puzzled, he hauled the chauffeur out of the car and searched him—without result. With evident bewilderment he surveyed these two men on whom he knew he should find guns. Then an idea occurred to him, as it sometimes does to an unusually bright police detective.
"I got it! " he exclaimed with sudden enthusiasm. "You dropped 'em on the floor or hid 'em in the
