.. Well, hand it over. Where's the gun?"
Followed a moment's pause. Then the Inspector spoke harshly to
Cassidy. He still felt himself somewhat dazed by this
extraordinary event, but he was able to cope with the situation.
He nodded toward Dick as he gave his order: "Search him!"
Before the detective could obey the direction, Dick took the
revolver from his pocket where he had bestowed it, and held it
out.
And it so chanced that at this incriminating crisis for the son,
the father hastily strode within the library. He had been
aroused by the Inspector's shouting, and was evidently greatly
perturbed. His usual dignified air was marred by a patent alarm.
"What's all this?" he exclaimed, as he halted and stared
doubtfully on the scene before him.
Burke, in a moment like this, was no respecter of persons, for
all his judicious attentions on other occasions to those whose
influence might serve him well for benefits received.
"You can see for yourself," he said grimly to the dumfounded
magnate. Then, he fixed sinister eyes on the son.
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