Barbary Street Incident, A John Cronin Private Eye Short Story

I had gone to my room on Barbary Street and changed clothes and shaved. Before I left I slipped my Colt .38 into my overcoat pocket without letting Little Caesar see it. If I was to walk around with a booby trap all day, I wanted to be prepared for anything. Besides, I liked him and didnt want to see him hurt if I could help it.