Jimmie Dale stooped quickly, and snapped the other link of the handcuff over the unconscious man's right wrist.
Jimmie Dale smiled.
"That's the approved way of taking your man, isn't it?
Left wrist to the prisoner's right.

He's only stunned; he'll be around in a moment.

Know him ?" Lannigan shook his head.
"Take a good look at him," invited Jimmie Dale.

"You ought to know most of them in the business." Lannigan bent over a little closer, and then, with an amazed cry, his free hand shot forward and tore away the other's beard.
IT WAS WHITEY MACK! "My God!" gasped Lannigan.
"Quite so!" said Jimmie Dale evenly.

"You'll find the diamonds in his pockets, and, excuse me"-- his fingers were running through Whitey Mack's clothes--"ah, here it is"-- the thin metal case was in his hand--"a little article that belongs to me, and whose loss, I am free to admit, caused me considerable concern until I was informed that he had only found it without having the slightest idea as to whom it belonged.
It made quite a difference!" He had opened the case carelessly before Lannigan's eyes.