But for a broken point--kids probably tried to crack it--it would stack up somewhere between three and four thousand dollars!" The sergeant and the policemen barked simultaneously: "What ?" "A pigeon blood.

Where was it you found it ?" "Holy Moses! On Eightieth." "Any chance of finding that bunch of kids ?" "Not a chance, not a chance! If I got the hull district here there wouldn't be nothin' doin'.

The kids'd be too scared t' remember anything.

A pigeon-blood ruby, an' I wasn't gonna pick it up at first!" "Lock it up, sergeant," ordered the detective.

"I'll pass the word to headquarters.