"Oh, they won't hurt you," the Inspector declared, as he noticed
the man's hesitation. "They're police officers. You get 'em down
here, and then you go to bed and stay there till morning.
Understand?"
Again, the butler looked at his master for guidance in this very
peculiar affair, as he deemed it. Receiving another nod, he
said:
"Very well, sir." He regarded the Inspector with a certain
helpless indignation over this disturbance of the natural order,
and left the room.
Gilder himself was puzzled over the situation, which was by no
means clear to him.
"How do you know they're going to break into the house to-night?"
he demanded of Burke; "or do you only think they're going to
break into the house?"
"I know they are." The Inspector's harsh voice brought out the
words boastfully. "I fixed it."
"You did!" There was wonder in the magnate's exclamation.
"Sure," Burke declared complacently, "did it through a
stool-pigeon."
"Oh, an informer," Gilder interrupted, a little doubtfully.
"Yes," Burke agreed.
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