"Yes, Dillon," agreed Garrick, "you have always played fair. But
what's the idea?"

"You came up here for information, didn't you?" persisted the
commissioner.

Garrick nodded.

"Well do you know who that girl was who was murdered?" he asked
leaning forward.

"No," admitted Garrick.

"Of course not," asserted Dillon triumphantly. "We haven't given
it out yet--and I don't know as we shall."

"No," pursued Garrick, "I don't know and I'll admit that I'd like
to know. My position is, as it always has been, that we shouldn't
work at cross purposes. I have drawn my own conclusions on the
case and, to put it bluntly, it seemed to me clear that she was of
the demi-monde."

"She was--in a sense," vouchsafed the commissioner. "Now," he
added, leaning forward impressively, "I'm going to tell you
something. That girl--was one of the best stool pigeons we have
ever had."

Both Garrick and I were listening intently at, the surprising
revelation of the commissioner. He was pacing up and down, now,
evidently much excited.