I'll nab the woman from the other.

Remember, not till they have met and finished their talk.
Then you can take the boy along with Atwater.

I'll rush the woman away with Mr.Witherspoon." It was twenty minutes past ten when McNerney saw the dark-clad form of Leah Einstein swiftly gliding along in the shade from Third Avenue.

Onward she sped, never turning her veiled face to the right or left, until she slackened her pace under the gloomy cornices of the Dry Dock Bank.
The policeman sprang into a dark hallway as she passed, holding his breath lest the shy bird should take alarm.
In a few moments Emil Einstein sauntered across the Bowery and circling around the deserted bank corner, then settled down into a slow, searching pace, threading the lonely south side of the darkened cross street.
From his hidden post, McNerney could see the woman clinging to the boy's arm and pleading, while she murmured her prayers in a low tone.
"Not yet, not yet," mused McNerney.

"He must get her whole message.
She must have time to get his last report." At last, as the tiger springs upon its prey, McNerney leaped out of his hiding place, for the sobbing woman had turned alone toward the East River.
With a frightened half scream, the timorous woman staggered back speechless as the uniform of the tall officer flashed before her eyes.
In a moment she was in the carriage, and both her wrists grasped by Witherspoon's sinewy hands.
But, before the carriage started, McNerney, tearing away the rear curtain, saw Policeman Condon hustling the struggling Emil into the other carriage.