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Police Captain Crowley-red-headed, alert, brave-stamped into the North Side police station an hour later than usual and in a very bad temper. He glared defiantly at the row of patrolmen, reporters, and busybodies, elbowed aside his desk sergeant without a word, and slammed into his private office. The customary pile of morning papers, flaying him in stinging front-page columns, covered his desk. He glanced them over, grunting; then swept them to the floor and let himself drop heavily into his chair.
"He's _got_ to be guilty! " The big fist struck the table top desperately. "It's got to be," the hoarse voice iterated determinedly-"_him! _" He had checked the last word as the door swung open, only to utter it more forcibly as he recognized the desk sergeant.