"Stay here, Flynn, stay here until this thing is cleaned up." Flynn got out of his seat. He picked up a light top coat and hat that had been on the arm of his chair. "Well, I've got to go and that's that. You all know I've got to go. If you're afraid of me, send a guard along. If you're afraid for me, the same guard can do your business." Justice Higginbotham turned to McCall. "Mr. McCall, see to it that Flynn is guarded from the moment he steps foot in New York. We will see to it that he has adequate protection until he reaches New York." His eyes swept the rest of the group. "Is that satisfactory?" There was a general nod of assent. Justice Higginbotham continued: "For God's sake, let us not be children or old women. We have all faced death before, we have faced other and worse things. We should get some reports soon that will clear this up. In a day, at the most in two days, we will know definitely if Amos Brown, the only remaining member of '14', is still alive." Bruce Thomas spoke up: "Facing death from a musket with your comrades about you is comparatively easy, Isaac. But this damnable thing--" "Forget it. Let us confront it. We--" The ringing of the telephone interrupted him; Jimmy saw the majority of the old men wince as at a blow. He had a vivid recollection of the hourly ringing of the telephone on the fatal morning of July fourth, it seemed so long ago, and the deadly messages the telephone brought. The grizzled negro came to the door. "Lentone police calling, Jedge." There was an unwonted gleam of excitement in the eyes of the venerable jurist as he returned to the waiting men. "Lentone police say they have the man who murdered Miller. They want you to come down there, Professor. A man by the name of Grasher--" "Brasher," corrected Jimmy. "Yes, Brasher, he was on the wire. He seemed quite elated and he wants you to come right down there, Professor." William Flynn who was about to go when the telephone bell rang, paused when he heard the news. He shrugged his shoulders. Jimmy who had been watching him saw the look of furtive defiance and bravado lift from him. He said: "That doesn't make any difference in my plans. I'll have to go anyway. I'd like to wait and see this out. I feel better just the same though, if they've got the killer." McCall addressed him: "Come down to the Lentone police station with us, Mr. Flynn. We'll arrange for protection for you." Chief of Police Cassidy, of the Lentone Police, consented readily to the request made by McCall. Then the three men were led into the chief's office. Brasher explained briefly: "Professor, this bird we got has as many aliases as I got hairs in my head and he's got a criminal record as long as my arm. He's known to the police from here to the Mississippi. The last job he did was in New York, up above Yonkers, where he got into a house like he got into Miller's Folly, chimney, rope, climbing irons and everything. He beat the rap on a technical kink.