Officer Keogh, an hour later, under the white light of the desk lamps
over at the ---- Precinct, was telling his story to the desk-sergeant
behind the rail. The desk-sergeant listened disinterestedly until he
heard mentioned the name Cradlebaugh. At that juncture he held up his
hand, placed a warning finger on his lips, nodded toward the drowsy
doorman and toward two of the reserve squad in the room, and looking
Keogh in the eyes, whispered:--
"Officer, speak low."
Keogh, taken aback for the moment, dropped his voice as he went on with
his story. Once more the sergeant stopped him.
"The most important thing is just where the body was found. Be exact
now, if possible; it's important."