"You see," she explained, "even before I saw you, my suspicions
were aroused and I determined to obtain some of the stuff they are
using up here, if possible. I realized it would be useless for me
to try to get it myself, so I got Miss McCann from the
Neighborhood House to try it. She got it and has turned the bottle
over to me."

"May I see it?" asked Craig eagerly.

Mrs. Sutphen reached hastily into her handbag, drew forth a small
brown glass bottle and handed it to him. Craig retreated into one
of the less dark side streets. There he pulled out the paraffinned
cork from the bottle, picked out a piece of cotton stuffed in the
neck of the bottle and poured out some flat tablets that showed a
glistening white in the palm of his hand. For an instant he
regarded them.

"I may keep these?" he asked.

"Certainly," replied Mrs. Sutphen. "That's what I had Miss McCann
get them for."

Kennedy dropped the bottle into his pocket.

"So that was the gang leader, 'Whitecap,'" he remarked as we
turned again to Broadway.

"Yes," replied Mrs. Sutphen. "At certain hours, I believe he can
be found at that cabaret selling this stuff, whatever it is, to
anyone who comes properly introduced. The thing seems to be so