"Probably the time Hatch saw Gibson at Cummings' apartment was the only time Gibson ever visited the 'Gink' there, and, because it was late at night, no one happened to see him," said Brennan. "It is beginning to look as though we'll have to tap either Gibson's or Cummings' telephone if the 'chief' wants to go that far." Then, late one afternoon, John received a telephone call from Murphy. "Meet me tonight at Second and Spring," said Murphy. "I got somethin' for ya, see?" "Is it worth while?" asked John. "I'm not sayin' nothin' now, see?" said Murphy. "Just be there at ten bells, see?" "We'll be there," John told him. "I wonder what he's stumbled across?" said Brennan when John informed him of their appointment to meet Murphy. "I asked him and he wasn't sayin' nothin', see?" said John. "Don't," pleaded Brennan, "you'll have me doing it." That night at a few minutes of ten they were standing on the steps of the entrance to the Bryson block when Murphy, his peaked cap pulled down far over his eyes and his coat collar turned up close around his throat, sidled up to them. "What's the big idea of covering up your face, Murphy?" asked Brennan. "I'm takin' no chances of gettin' 'made,' see?" Murphy answered. "Made," John remembered, was the slang of detectives for identification. When a person was "made" he was identified. "Well, then, what's the program?" asked Brennan. "I think I got them," Murphy replied. "Got who?" "De 'Gink' and dis bird Gibson." "How?" "Meetin' each other." "The hell you say!" Brennan ejaculated. "Have you seen them together?" "Well if de bird I figure is Gibson is him, I got 'em, see?" "Where?" demanded Brennan. "De Gallant kid here knows de place," said Murphy. "Remember da room where ya got paid off when ya got pinched in de handbook raid?" John nodded. "Dat's da joint." John recalled the windowless cubby-hole in the rear of the Spring street saloon where "Slim" Gray, Cummings' lieutenant, had returned to him the $10 he had put up in bail and $10 as compensation for having been on hand when Gibson made the sensational raid. "Murphy," said Brennan, "just start in at the beginning and tell us about this and please don't put any more 'sees' into it than you absolutely have to." "Well, here's da stuff. Da other night I'm comin' in late from da fights at Vernon, see? I'm between Main and Spring, see? when I make a bird standin' all by his lonesome at da entrance to da alley. Dis bird is kinda nervous and jumpy-like, see? and I figure he might be a stick-up. I ain't got no jack with me, so I keeps on walkin' right at him, see? "Well, I'm about twenty feet from him, see? when I make another bird crossin' tha street toward him. When I get up to them, see? they're just about to meet, see?" "Murphy," interrupted Brennan, "for heaven's sake forget those 'sees.'" Murphy grinned and went on. "Well, just as dese two birds meet I get a flash of da mug of da guy dat crosses da street, se----"