CHAPTER XIVTHE BIG BOSSES
Larry’s detail to the Detective Bureau ended automatically with the delivery of his prisoner. Early next morning he was making his way to his own station house, clad once more in the blue coat and brass buttons. Years seemed to have passed over his head in the last three days. He was greatly dreading the ordeal of facing his comrades. A square bunch, he liked them well; that was just the trouble. They would naturally expect him to pick things up with them just where they had been dropped.
How could he? He was a changed man. Moreover his nerves were all on edge. He had not slept the night through. His eyes were bloodshot and strained with watching. And a single thought went on hammering in his head until he was nearly out of his mind with it… Phillida in a cell…!
