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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: And so her mind was made up. Her only chance was to find her way
into the full intimacy of the criminal band of which Danglar was
apparently the head; to search out its lair and its personnel; to
reach to the heart of it; to know Danglar's private movements, and
to discover where he lived so that she might watch him. It surely
was not such a hopeless task! True, she knew by name and sight
scarcely more than three of this crime clique, but at least she had
a starting point from which to work. There was Shluker's junk shop
where she had turned the tables on Danglar and Skeeny on the night
they had planned to make the Sparrow their pawn. It was obvious,
therefore, that Shluker himself, the proprietor of the junk shop,
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