He was
plainly surprised to find the room so nearly empty, where he had
expected to behold a gang of robbers.
"Why, what's it all mean, Chief?" he questioned. His peering
eyes fell on Dick, standing beside Mary, and they rounded in
amazement.
"They've got Griggs!" Burke answered. There was exceeding rage
in his voice, as he spoke from his kneeling posture beside the
body, to which he had hurried after the summons to his aides. He
glowered up into the bewildered face of the detective. "I'll
break you for this, Cassidy," he declared fiercely. "Why didn't
you get here on the run when you heard the shot?"
"But there wasn't any shot," the perplexed and alarmed detective
expostulated. He fairly stuttered in the earnestness of his
self-defense. "I tell you, Chief, there hasn't been a sound."
Burke rose to his feet. His heavy face was set in its sternest
mold.
"You could drive a hearse through the hole they've made in him,"
he rumbled. He wheeled on Mary and Dick. "So!" he shouted, "now
it's murder!.
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