Valeska pushed forward and took her hand.
"Don't you know this lady?" Astro asked.
The girl stared. Some half-forgotten memory seemed to stir within her. Her lips moved silently as she stared hard at Valeska's face. Then she shook her head, and said, "I don't know."
"I can't keep 'em waiting," McGraw whispered. "Let her go, and you can call at the Tombs to see her again. I'll see that you get in. Go on, now!"
The girl was escorted to the wagon and took her seat, facing the crowd stolidly, an officer on each side of her. Once, before they drove away, her eyes turned to where Valeska stood in the doorway, and the same puzzled expression crossed her face.
"McGraw," said Astro, after the wagon had gone, "how'd you like to get a captain's commission?"
McGraw hastily took him aside. "You don't mean to say you know about this job already?" he asked excitedly.
"I know one thing. A man you want lives at 101 Washington Street, and I think his name is Garbon Soumissin. At any rate, I'd advise you to get right down there immediately and run in every one you find in the house. Hurry up before they've gone!"
McGraw's eyes gleamed. "And you'll coach me then what to do?" he asked.
"Yes."
"All right." Hastily summoning a police sergeant, he gave him a few orders, and then hurried to the station.
"Where was the wounded man taken?" Astro asked the sergeant."
"To the receiving hospital."
