"Stool-pigeon is the police name for him.
Really, he's the vilest thing that crawls."
"But, if you think that," Gilder expostulated, "why do you have
anything to do with that sort of person?"
"Because it's good business," the Inspector replied. "We know
he's a spy and a traitor, and that every time he comes near us we
ought to use a disinfectant. But we deal with him just the
same--because we have to. Now, the stool-pigeon in this trick is
a swell English crook. He went to Garson yesterday with a scheme
to rob your house. He tried out Mary Turner, too, but she
wouldn't stand for it--said it would break the law, which is
contrary to her principles. She told Garson to leave it alone.
But he met Griggs afterward without her knowing anything about
it, and then he agreed to pull it off. Griggs got word to me
that it's coming off to-night. And so, you see, Mr. Gilder,
that's how I know. Do you get me?"
"I see," Gilder admitted without any enthusiasm. As a matter of
fact, he felt somewhat offended that his house should be thus
summarily seized as a trap for criminals.
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