He tried to pull Lasseroe away from Daisy Hennifer, who by now was in a very bad way. But Lasseroe was a maniac now and he wanted to take the life away from the jewelry designer. Frey knew that he would have to use the revolver. He lifted it and then allowed the butt to come down and make contact with Lasseroe's skull. Lasseroe went to sleep. * * * * * "We'll take them all down to Harry's apartment," Frey said. "If the cops aren't there already, it'll be a good idea to finish the case right on the spot where it started." "That's a very good idea," Mogin said. "I have a hunch that this will put us on the map." Frey nodded. He prodded Lasseroe with the revolver and said, "You and Miss Rillette will sit in the opera seats with me. Miss Hennifer will ride in front." He touched the shivering Jap on the elbow and said, "The studio is in quite a bad state. Better go in there and rearrange things. If you have any questions to ask Miss Rillette, maybe you better call the police station. That'll be her temporary address before she goes away on a long trip." He stepped into the coupe and closed the door. Lasseroe was manacled to him and Miss Rillette was manacled to Lasseroe. Daisy was still groaning as Mogin put the car in first and sent it whizzing down the street. "You're making a big mistake," Lasseroe said. "I wouldn't talk about making mistakes if I were you," Frey said lightly. He felt very good. All a private investigator needed was one good break like this, and he was made. The cases would come in thick and fast, and so would the dough. Frey smiled. Tess Rillette was saying, "I told you, Mr. Frey--you were letting yourself in for a lot of difficulty, and--" "Do I turn here?" Mogin was saying. * * * * * There were a few police cars in front of the high-class apartment where Harry Duggin had lived, and where he had died. The coupe parked across the street and Frey saw the crowd and the reporters. He said, "All right--here we go." Everyone was looking and murmuring as the five of them went into the apartment house. A cop walked over and said, "What's this?" "It's the Harry Duggin case," Frey said. They stepped into the elevator and went up seven floors to the apartment. There were a lot of cops up there, a lot of plain clothes men and lads from the homicide bureau. Reporters and photographers and a doctor. "What's this?" a plain clothes man said. "It's the Harry Duggin case," Frey said. The mob crowded around. This little deal was taking place in the living room of the apartment. The dick was saying, "Carven is in the bedroom. He's talking to Duggin's valet." He frowned at Frey and said, "What have you got?" "Enough," Frey said. He pointed to Lasseroe. "Here's your baby. I'm going in and talk to Carven." As he started for the bedroom door he heard Lasseroe saying, "You're making a big mistake--" Frey smiled.