McBirney had delivered his own news and in turn had received ours,
or at least such of it as Garrick chose to tell at present. He was
apparently satisfied and rose to go.

"Keep after that undersized fellow, will you?" asked Garrick. "If
you could find out who he is and he should happen to be connected
with one of those garages we might get on the right trail at
last."

"I will," promised McBirney. "He's evidently an expert driver of
motor cars himself; my man could see that."

McBirney had gone. Garrick sat for several minutes gazing squarely
at me. Then he leaned back in his chair, with his hands behind his
head.

"Mark my words, Marshall," he observed slowly, "someone connected
with that gambling joint in some way has got wind of the fact that
Warrington is going to revoke the lease and close it up. We've got
to beat them to it--that's all."




CHAPTER IX

THE RAID


Garrick was evidently turning over and over in his mind some plan