He remained here until after darkness fell, then, going
outside, he secreted a revolver and set of handcuffs on his person, and
congratulated himself that he was ready to pay the saloon of Billy
Bowlegs a visit.
He counseled with a member of the police force afterward.
"I'm going to make an onset to-night, at Bowleg's saloon, and I want you
to be within call in case I should need you," explained the detective, at
the same time revealing his badge of office. "There's money in it if
you're alert, my friend."
What member of the force could resist such an inducement?
Silas Keene sauntered down the narrow street leading to the saloon in
question, paused for a moment on the threshold, then passed in.
Soon a man in blue halted in the shadows without, and waited
developments. He expected that the detective would soon give the signal
for assistance, but the police officer waited in vain.
Slowly the minutes passed.
An hour drew its length along, and then, becoming impatient, the man of
clubs walked into the saloon.
Two men were drinking at the bar, and from beyond a screen came the sound
of voices, where numerous gamesters were engaged in play.
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