J. Allan Dunn

“ Presently a man appeared at the open trap in the stage and beckoned to them. Sperry followed the others down wooden steps, and then a ladder, to an earthen tunnel shored with timber, and so on up into the bank and back of the canvas screen, unpainted on that side, deftly fitted to the space. There was a smell of gas, acrid and choking, and Sperry smothered a cough. There was no sign of Baldy or of Remington, with or without his beard. The vault door was swung back, and he had no time to look for signs of the work of the oxy-acetylene torches that had been used. ”

“ If you’ll slide back those wall panels so we can get the stuff from Marshall’s out of your safe, with a lot of other loot you’ve got there, you’ll save trouble for us all. Don’t lower your hands. We want you, not your corpse. Just tell us the combination; that’ll do.”
Cairns obeyed, trembling, but with rage. He wheeled on Slim and Jerry, his eyes blazing.
“You dirty stool pigeons!” he cried. “I’ll get you yet for this.”
“They are not the stool pigeons, Cairns,” said Farrell. ”

“ The third car with the plain-clothes men went ahead of them as they reached the Cairns’ house, and the officers jumped from the vehicle and spread themselves about the residence. The big man got out at the front door with two other prisoners and two detectives. Those in Sperry’s car joined the group. Farrell spoke.
“I’m going to take off the cuffs, Slim, and off you, Jerry. But don’t try any monkey business. When Peters answers the door, you tell him everything’s O. K., and that you’re the committee, see? Once the door’s open, we’ll do the rest.” ”