All right, hand it over, Professor!

It was the janitor, all right -- only without his costume, I recognized Tough Fingers Malloy, one of the sharpest birds on the street.

What makes you think I still have the Golden Osprey? I've given you every cent I have for the past two years --

Cut the crying and hand over the bird! I knows you got it, 'cause I've seen the riddle. Birds is birds, Professor "Plock". Now give it up or I'll --

All right, all right! Open the top drawer of the desk behind you. I hid it in there when I heard you come in -- hoping maybe I could talk you out of this.

Say, this is a pretty nice lookin' piece, Professor. It looks way better than in the paper's pictures after you pinched it from the museum.

It should, since I spent every day polishing it since then -- and it looks like I'll go on doing it!

Ace: Private Eye (or the Case of the Golden Osprey -- Part Seven)

It was cold and raining outside the Lewtes building, where my client's father once had his office. I had a hunch that the professor was meeting someone here -- why else would he drop by at midnight?

All I could see through the window were two dark figures. That's when one of them pulled a weapon.

I didn't have a choice. I made for the nearest entrance, and ducked inside. Lightening flashed in the hallway as a peculiar sight greeted me...

A pile of cleaning supplies and a janitor's uniform.