He wanted it for
demonstration purposes. Mr. Maxim said the things have never
been put on the market, and that they never will be."
"For humane reasons," Demarest commented, nodding approbation.
"Good thing, too!" Burke conceded. "They'd make murder too
devilish easy, and it's easy enough now.... Well, Cassidy?"
"I got hold of this man, Sylvester," Cassidy went on. "I had him
on the 'phone, too. He says that his house was robbed about
eight weeks ago, and among other things the silencer was stolen."
Cassidy paused, and chuckled drily. "He adds the startling
information that the New Haven police have not been able to
recover any of the stolen property. Them rube cops are immense!"
Demarest smiled slyly, as the detective, at a nod from his
superior, went toward the door.
"No," he said, maliciously; "only the New York police recover
stolen goods."
"Good-night!" quoth Cassidy, turning at the door, in admission of
his discomfiture over the thrust, while Burke himself grinned
wryly in appreciation of the gibe.
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