human
Now, that guy was the biggest crook in the country in them days--still is, I guess. He was on the dead run that night, to keep out o' Leavenworth. He kep' out, all right, and he's settin' in the game to this minute. Nobody never pinched him yet, and never will.
gpt
Why?
human
Because his gang runs back to politicians and rich guys all over the country. You ask anybody on the inside if they ever heard of Memphis Izzy Gumberts! Well, cap'n, I seen that very identical guy on the street the other day--I never could forget his ugly mug! And where _he_ is, no outside crooks can get in, you believe me!
gpt
Hm! Memphis Izzy Gumberts, eh? What kind of a crook is he, sergeant?
human
The big kind. You remember them Chicago lotteries? But you don't, o' course. Well, that's his game--lotteries and such like.
gpt
Sergeant, I'd have given five hundred dollars for that information a week ago!
human
Why?
gpt
Never mind. Forget it! Now, this stunt of yours was clever. You showed brains when you got yourself up as an aviator and pulled that stuff, sergeant. But you handled it brutally--terribly brutally.
human
When you took over the costume and began to get across with the Raffles stuff--why, it was a pipe for you, cap'n! Look what we've done in a month. Six jobs, every one running off smooth as glass! Your notion of going to parties ready dressed with some kind of loose robe over the flyin' duds was a scream! And then me running that motor with the cutout on--all them birds that never heard an airplane think you come and go by air, for certain! I will say that I ain't on to why you're doing it; just the same, you've got them all fooled, and I ain't worried a particle about the cops or the crooks, either one. But watch out for the Gumberts crowd! They're liable to show us up to the bulls, simply because we ain't in with 'em. Nobody else will ever find us out.
gpt
Yes? But, sergeant, how about the quiet little man who came along last night at the Maillard house and asked about the car? Perhaps he had discovered you had been running the engine.
human
Him? Hammond sniffed in scorn.
gpt
He wasn't no dick.
human
Well, I was followed to-day; at least, I think I was. I could spot nobody after me, but I felt certain of it. And let me tell you something about that same quiet little man! His name is Jachin Fell.
gpt
Heluva name, commented Hammond, and wrinkled up his brow.
human
Jachin, huh? Seems like I've heard the name before. Out o' the Bible, ain't it? Something about Jachin and Boaz?