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THE MAN IN LOWER TEN
"I suppose you've got an officer tied to you somewhere, Lawrence? You usually have."
We left Hotchkiss in charge and went down stairs. It was McKnight who first saw Johnson, leaning against a park railing across the street, and called him over. We told him in a few words what we had found, and he grinned at me cheerfully.
"After while, in a few weeks or months, Mr. Blakeley," he said, "when you get tired of monkeying around with the blood-stain and finger-print specialist up-stairs, you come to me. I've had that fellow you want under surveillance for ten days!"
