Moreover, as Mr. McCloskey had said, Finnegan could and did keep her mind employed, and her hands as well.
"'Tis hardly a protector I'd call him," Mr. McCloskey returned.
"'Mony a little makes a mickle,' as my old grandfather used to say," McCloskey went on.
But McCloskey, the Lawrenceville chief of police, was one of the number.
McCloskey says that the two used to be friends—Hallock and Flemister.
"That will be Callahan, the day man," McCloskey broke in wrathfully.
McCloskey was watching his chief's face, and he was sorry to see the sudden pallor make it colorless.
"Gridley certainly knows his business," he said to McCloskey.
McCloskey rose noiselessly, tiptoed to the door of communication with the outer office, and opened it with a quick jerk.
McCloskey sat up and tilted the derby to the back of his head.