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tomorrow is your release date. Baer and I just chased him and three of his hoods away from out front.”
    Gerard’s smile vanished. Young Grant began to nibble his nails. John Alstrom and Elizabeth Grant seemed stunned. Corrigan was disgusted with all of them.
    â€œWhy didn’t you arrest them?” Mrs. Grant demanded shrilly.
    â€œOn what charge, Mrs. Grant?” Corrigan said. “They weren’t even double-parked. You people had better get it through your heads that this is no game of tag. Martello is shrewd and he’s a cold killer. This is what comes of leaving a professional’s work to an amateur. The helicopter gambit is a good way to shake a possible tail, but after going to all that trouble you mean to plop the boys down in the heart of Manhattan, within spitting distance of Martello or anyone else who thinks justice suffered a kayo when they were set free. So I go on record here and now: I disapprove the plan. Your smartest move would be to cancel the arrangements you’ve made, let me and Baer take over, and let us start making new plans from scratch.”
    Attorney Fellows said quickly, “You haven’t seen the place where the boys are to hide out, Captain. It’s as impregnable as a fortress. And you say yourself that with the helicopter lift no one can tail you there.”
    Corrigan shrugged. “You’re calling the shots. But I want to repeat what I understand the Commissioner has already told you. Since we’ve had no part in planning the security, the Department can assume no responsibility for what happens.”
    â€œThat goes for me, too,” Baer said. “In spades.”
    â€œI assume,” the other lawyer, Narwald, said in an edgy tone, “that won’t keep you gentlemen from putting forth your best efforts to protect our clients.”
    Corrigan merely looked at him. Baer said, “You can have my resignation right now.”
    â€œGentlemen, gentlemen,” John M. Alstrom said. “We’re all nervous. May I suggest we stop taking up the Warden’s time?”
    The Warden had been sitting back watching and listening without expression. He said nothing at all.
    â€œOkay, let’s get the show on the road,” Baer growled. “I’ll need my valise from the limousine trunk.”
    An unmarked sedan with a man in ordinary clothes was waiting in the walled yard. Andy Betz retrieved Baer’s valise, and Baer tossed it into the sedan trunk and climbed in beside the two freed men. Corrigan got in with the driver.
    The gate detail waved them through, but Corrigan said to the driver, “Just hold it a minute,” and he and Baer got out, walked through, and checked the street. It was clear both ways. Then Corrigan and Baer jumped back in, even before the gate closed.
    â€œDon’t drive too fast,” Corrigan told the driver. “You two sit well back, in the corners. All right, what are the directions?”
    â€œDrive south,” Gerard Alstrom said to the driver. “There’s a farm about ten miles down. We’ll point it out when we get near it.”
    Frank Grant said, “And remember, fuzz, you’ve got two mighty precious hides to protect.” He seemed to be enjoying himself.
    Corrigan paid no attention to him. He and Baer were too busy keeping watch on their route. Neither spotted a tail.
    Gerard greeted the helicopter pilot familiarly; the man’s name was Cope. Not until they were airborne did young Alstrom give Cope his flight instructions. This time their destination was a deserted field edged by a secondary road. Corrigan judged that they were a mere eight or ten miles north of New York.
    A locked Ford sedan was parked on the shoulder of the road. The helicopter took off and left them standing there.
    â€œNo tail—right, Captain?” That was Frank, transferring the sneer from his face to his voice.
    Corrigan made no reply. Frank shrugged; Gerard took a key