"Did he see who drove it?" asked Garrick eagerly.

"Not very well. It was a short, undersized man, as nearly as he
could make out. Someone whom he did not recognize jumped in it
from the gambling house and they disappeared. Even though my man,
his suspicions aroused, tried to follow them in a taxicab they
managed to leave him behind."

"In what direction did they go?" asked Garrick.

"Toward the West Side--where those fly-by-night garages are all
located."

"Or, perhaps, the Jersey ferries," suggested Garrick.

"Well, I thought you might like to know about this undersized
driver," said McBirney a little sulkily because Garrick had not
displayed as much enthusiasm as he expected.

"I do," hastened Garrick. "Of course I do. And it may prove to be
a very important clew. But I was just running ahead of your story.
The undersized man couldn't have figured in the case afterward,
assuming that it was the car. He must have left it, probably in
the city. Have you any idea who it could be?"

"Not unless he might be an employee or a keeper of one of those
night-hawk garages," persisted McBirney. "That is possible."

"Quite," agreed Garrick.