not likely to notice one person more or less who stopped to watch
the passing throng.

From time to time I cast a quick glance at the house down the
street, in order to note who was going in.

It must have been over an hour that I waited. It was after ten,
and it became more difficult to watch who was going into the
gambling joint. In fact, several times the street was so blocked
that I could not see very well. But I did happen to catch a
glimpse of one familiar figure across the street from me.

It was Angus Forbes. Where he kept himself in the daytime I did
not know, but he seemed to emerge at night, like a rat, seeking
what to him was now food and drink. I watched him narrowly as he
turned the corner, but there was no use in being too inquisitive.
He was bound as certainly for the gambling joint as a moth would
have headed toward one of the arc lights. Evidently Forbes was
making a vocation of gambling.

Just then a taxicab pulled up hurriedly at the curb near where I
was standing and a hand beckoned me, on the side away from the
gambling house.

I sauntered over and looked in through the open window. It was
Garrick with Dillon sunk back into the dark corner of the cab, so
as not to be seen.

"Jump in!" whispered Garrick, opening the door. "We have the
warrant all right. Has anything happened? No suspicion yet?"