CHAPTER XIII
ALSOP'S INCREDIBLE VISITOR
WHEN the crowded police van had left, Nora, Garth, and the inspector stepped into the crisp night air.
"Garth," the inspector said, "you and Nora ought to have medals or something. That pale-face at the head of the gang is Jerry Smith. He must have been sent on from San Francisco. If there's a country-wide syndicate of crime he's on the board of directors along with your old friend Slim."
"Some day," Garth said, "that syndicate will be tapped properly."
Nora, after her experience in the heavy, repellent atmosphere of the house, was anxious to remain in the air. She proposed that they walk down town.
Garth, aware of her displeasure, scarcely dared suggest an answer to his curiosity, but the inspector, in a happier mood, did not hesitate.
"Maybe, Nora, you'll tell us how you got in that dive as a first class housemaid."
"There was only one way I could think of," she answered. "The place was bound to make cases for Bellevue, so I went to the head nurse and took
