"Slim" released his hand. "All right, beat it now and forget you ever saw me," he said. John and Murphy left the room, each with two $10 bills. The red-faced man with the greasy derby winked at John as they passed him. They hurried through the afternoon crowd in Spring street until they were a block from the saloon. John was the first to speak. "Murphy," he said, "who is this man, 'Slim'?" "'Slim's' da right-hand man for da 'Gink.' He's one of da few birds da 'Gink' will trust. And he's one hard-boiled guy, believe me." "Whose money was that he paid us?" "Well," Murphy replied, "'Slim' gets his jack from da 'Gink.'" "Are you sure of that?" "Say, whatcha think 'Slim' is, a Christmas tree?" "Now, let me get this right," said John. "The 'Gink' knew this raid was coming off. He arranged with you and most of the others who were arrested to be at the places to be raided so that Gibson's men would have a crowd to take to central station. Then each of those who were arrested and who were 'in on the know,' as you say, were given the $10 they put up for bail and $10 extra for being on hand to be arrested. Is that it?" "Dat's it." "And you figure that the 'Gink' wanted Gibson's raid to be a success because the 'Gink' has split with the bookmakers and wants to make trouble for them?" "Dat's da way I dope it," Murphy assented. "And we forfeit our bail and forget all about it?" "Sure." "If any more of these framed-up raids are made, will you know about it?" John asked. "Sure, dey always fix it for us regular guys." "Well, Murphy," said John, halting at a corner, "I'm going to ask you to do something for me. If you find out that anything like this is going to happen again, will you let me know about it?" "Sure thing; where can I get ya?" John gave him the number of the reporters' telephone at his office. In exchange Murphy gave him the address of his room, in East Third street. "You won't forget?" cautioned John as they shook hands. Murphy promised him again and they separated after John had thanked him for letting him "in on the know." He hurried back toward the office, stopping only to buy the late edition of his paper. Across the top of the front page, in big, heavy black type, was the headline: "Gibson Leads Big Spring Street Raid." Under this and above the story of the raid was another "head" which read: "Commissioner Says He's After 'Gink' Cummings; 200 Arrested." The photograph of Gibson standing near the men arrested in the raid, which John had noticed him posing for, occupied a four-column space. At the office P. Q. greeted him with a scowl. "Well, where have you been all afternoon?" the city editor demanded. "I was picked up in Gibson's raid," John replied. "What's the big idea?" "I didn't have any idea of getting arrested. And I think I've discovered something big."