“I don’t know any Larry.” He met the gaze of the inspector with a fixed stare. “I ain’t had no message from no one. You didn’t find that paper in my place, and if you did it don’t prove anything. You won’t get me spilling anything, Mr. Labar, so you may as well save your breath. If you’re going to keep me here I want to see a mouthpiece. I know my rights.”

“We’re good friends, Teddy.”

“You don’t blarney me any more than you can bluff me,” said the other, dourly. “I know my rights.”

“That’s all right then. Better be careful.” Labar was as mild as ever, and perhaps a shade more genial. “Run along now and be a good boy. Don’t get into any more mischief.”