Chapter 12

“You see,” Mr. Mappin went on briskly, “it all hangs together; it exactly coincides with the story you told Henny Friend yesterday afternoon. Your interest in the case is merely that of the free-lance writer looking for copy. If we say nothing about the emerald we may be sure the murderers will not. Neither will Henny Friend, nor Tony Casino, nor Kid River give us away for good reasons of their own. It is possible that the boys in Hoboken or the junk dealer may break into the newspapers with their story, but there …