That sounded like Reno Starkey’s answer to the news that the big bootlegger’s mob had been sworn in as special coppers.

Mickey Linehan arrived by the time I had finished dressing.

“Dan Rolff was at the house, all right,” he reported. “The Greek grocer on the corner saw him come out around nine yesterday morning. He went down the street wobbling and talking to himself. The Greek thought he was drunk.”

“How come the Greek didn’t tell the police? Or did he?”

“Wasn’t asked. A swell department this burg’s got. What do we do: find him for them and turn him in with the job all tacked up?”