"Chief of Detectives, and supposed to be the hardest-boiled man on the force."
"Do you suppose you'll have any trouble over this?"
"Well, it won't do me any good," retorted Tony grimly.
Four blocks away he slowed down to allow his rear guard to catch up to within half a block. Then when he saw the other car's headlights reflected in his side mirror he increased his speed again.
They drew up in front of Vyvyan's flat and she climbed out quickly. Then a car rushed past, spouting fire and bullets, and whizzed away into the night. Vyvyan screamed and turned back.
"Tony!" she called. "Are you hurt?"
He crawled up from the floor where he cautiously had thrown himself the moment he heard the highpitched song of the other machine's racing motor.
"No they didn't touch me!" he growled. "But it wasn't their fault. Lucky you were out of the car because there wouldn'ta been room for two on the floor. . . . Say, you got out in an awful hurry. Did you know anything about the arrangements for this little party?"
"Why, Tony, how can you say such a thing?"
"A man can say a lot of things when somebody's just tried to kill him."
