drop you out at the next street."

"What papers do you mean?" queried Marsh.

"There you go--stalling again. No use; the boss said to bring you
up, and I guess he knows best."

"I don't know where you get that idea about any papers," said Marsh.
"I can show you quickly enough that the only papers I have on me are
of a personal nature and of no use to anyone else."

"Maybe so--maybe so. But after we get you under lock and key, we
know damn well where we can find them."

Thus the argument continued at intervals until they were far up into
the North Shore suburbs. Darkness had fallen and the interior of the
car was absolutely black except when they passed an occasional
street light or an automobile. As Marsh had told Morgan, if you can
only make them talk long enough, they grow careless. Passing under
the last street light, Marsh had observed that the automatic was no
longer leveled in his direction.

The car was of the limousine type, with a glass partition shutting
off the driver so that unless he happened to look around he would
not know what was going on within the car. Marsh figured that now
darkness had fallen, the driver's attention would be directed
entirely to the road ahead, for street lights along the suburban
section of Sheridan Road were few and far between.

"It's getting warm in here," said Marsh. He raised his right hand
and pushed his hat back on his head. At the same time his left hand
withdrew the automatic from his coat pocket and the next instant it
was pressed into the ribs of the man beside him.

"One move and you're through!" breathed Marsh in his ear. "Give me
that gun!" His right arm came down with the hand closing over the
man's automatic. The man started to swear, but stopped suddenly as
Marsh warned, "Shut up. This matter is in my hands now, and I mean
business!" Marsh slipped the man's automatic into his own pocket,
and then brought out a pair of light, steel handcuffs which he
immediately snapped on his prisoner's wrists.

"When I get ready," Marsh informed him, "I'm going to step out of
this car, and I want you to sit perfectly still until I am gone. If
you want to know how good a shot I am, just make a move." Marsh
settled back into his corner and the car rolled on.

At last, just as they made a sharp turn, Marsh caught a different
sound from the wheels, and he knew they had passed into a driveway.
With a last warning to the man, Marsh quietly opened the door on his
side and s