Instead of this much-to-be-desired result from his
scheming, the outcome had been nothing less than disastrous. The
one certain fact was that his most valuable ally in his warfare
against the criminals of the city had been done to death. Some
one had murdered Griggs, the stool-pigeon. Where Burke had meant
to serve a man of high influence, Edward Gilder, by railroading
the bride of the magnate's son to prison, he had succeeded only
in making the trouble of that merchant prince vastly worse in the
ending of the affair by arresting the son for the capital crime
of murder. The situation was, in very truth, intolerable. More
than ever, Burke grew hot with intent to overcome the woman who
had so persistently outraged his authority by her ingenious
devices against the law. Anyhow, the murder of Griggs could not
go unpunished. The slayer's identity must be determined, and
thereafter the due penalty of the law inflicted, whoever the
guilty person might prove to be. To the discovery of this
identity, the Inspector was at the present moment devoting
himself by adroit questioning of Dacey and Chicago Red, who had
been arrested in one of their accustomed haunts by his men a
short time before.
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