Demarest grew grave again, as he put the question that was
troubling him most.
"Is there any chance that young Gilder did shoot Griggs?"
"You can search me!" the Inspector answered, disconsolately. "My
men were just outside the door of the room where Eddie Griggs was
shot to death, and none of 'em heard a sound. It's that infernal
silencer thing. Of course, I know that all the gang was in the
house."
"But tell me just how you know that fact," Demarest objected very
crisply. "Did you see them go in?"
"No, I didn't," the Inspector admitted, tartly. "But Griggs----"
Demarest permitted himself a sneer born of legal knowledge.
"Griggs is dead, Burke. You're up against it. You can't prove
that Garson, or Chicago Red, or Dacey, ever entered that house."
The Inspector scowled over this positive statement.
"But Griggs said they were going to," he argued.
"I know," Demarest agreed, with an exasperating air of
shrewdness; "but Griggs is dead. You see, Burke, you couldn't in
a trial even repeat what he told you.
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