The Wire Devils
"We'll get back to that in a minute," interrupted MacVightie quietly. "Here's a little something else that may possibly fit into the combination." He reached into his pocket, took out his pocketbook, opened it, and handed the division superintendent a crisp new ten-dollar note.
The Hawk's lips thinned instantly, and he swore sharply under his breath.
"What's this?" asked Lanson, in surprise.
"Phony!" said MacVightie laconically.
"Counterfeit!" Lanson turned the note over in his hands, staring at first one side and then the other. "Are you sure? I'd take it any time."
"You'd have lots of company with you" -- there was a sudden rasp in the detective's voice. "Pretty good one, isn't it? The East is being flooded with them. Two of them showed up in the banks here in the city yesterday, and one to-day."
Lanson frowned perplexedly.
"I don't get you, MacVightie," he said.
"Suppose they were being struck off