The
greetings between the two were cordial when at last the public
prosecutor made his appearance.
"I came as soon as I got your message," the District Attorney
said, as he seated himself in a chair by the desk. "And I've
sent word to Mr. Gilder.... Now, then, Burke, let's have this
thing quickly."
The Inspector's explanation was concise:
"Joe Garson, Chicago Red, and Dacey, along with Griggs, broke
into Edward Gilder's house, last night! I knew the trick was
going to be pulled off, and so I planted Cassidy and a couple of
other men just outside the room where the haul was to be made.
Then, I went away, and after something like half an hour I came
back to make the arrests myself." A look of intense disgust
spread itself over the Inspector's massive face. "Well," he
concluded sheepishly, "when I broke into the room I found young
Gilder along with that Turner woman he married, and they were
just talking together."
"No trace of the others?" Demarest questioned crisply.
At the inquiry, Burke's face crimsoned angrily, then again set in
grim lines.
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