Chapter 24
CLAY LAYS DOWN THE LAW Tim Muldoon, in his shirt-sleeves, was busy over a late breakfast when his mother opened the door of the flat to let in Clay Lindsay. The policeman took one look at the damaged face and forgot the plate of ham and eggs that had just been put before him. "Yuh've been at it again!" he cried, his Irish eyes lighting up with anticipatory enjoyment. "I had a little set-to with friend Jerry last night," the Westerner explained. "Another?" "Now don't you blame me. I'm a peaceful citizen--not lookin' for trouble a li'l' bit. But I don't aim to let this Durand comb my hair with a rake." "What's the trouble now?" "You heard about the girl abducted in an auto from the Bronx?" "Uh-huh! Was Jerry in that?" "He was. I'll tell you the whole story, Tim." "Meet my mother f
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