That is what I brought you in for.

I'll explain first just how it happened.
This army guy blew in here before dark, along with another fellow, Sexton, who used to be a servant out at Fairlawn--you know him ?" "Yes; he was discharged yesterday." "I was standing by the bar talking with Issy, and I was sure I knew this lad's face.

I was stumped a bit at first where I had seen him; then all at once it came to me--he was the guy sitting out there alone in the automobile over on Arch Street.

I knew then what he was over here for, and got to talking with him.

He give himself away the first thing, and that is why we got him up in this dump." "How did he know I was here ?" "Some of your precious help out there heard you talk to me over the 'phone, and passed it on." "And what does he want?
What do these men want ?" "Well Sexton don't want much of anything--he's knocked out; the fool made a fight, and had to be hit; and, as to this bird, I rather think he was just naturally nosing around out of curiosity, and because he was stuck on you.