became clear to Detective McAdams that this was where Max Schimmel lived.
The detective himself yawned, and struck a match and looked at his watch. He had found it produced a good impression on his clients for him to stay up all night, and that it caused no great inconvenience to himself as he was not one of those who find it difficult to sleep during the day. But when he saw that it was two o'clock he commenced to consider the advisability of going home to bed.
He walked slowly back in the direction he had come, waiting for a surface car. The few upon the sidewalks now had disappeared and this, as McAdams turned a corner, made more evident to him the crowd that had gathered before the Tonty. He saw, as he hurried up, the red motor truck of an insur-
