It's not permissible
evidence."
"Oh, the law!" the Inspector snorted, with much choler. "Well,
then," he went on belligerently, "I'll charge young Gilder with
murder, and call the Turner woman as a witness."
The District Attorney laughed aloud over this project.
"You can't question her on the witness-stand," he explained
patronizingly to the badgered police official. "The law doesn't
allow you to make a wife testify against her husband. And,
what's more, you can't arrest her, and then force her to go into
the witness-stand, either. No, Burke," he concluded
emphatically, "your only chance of getting the murderer of Griggs
is by a confession."
"Then, I'll charge them both with the murder," the Inspector
growled vindictively. "And, by God, they'll both go to trial
unless somebody comes through." He brought his huge fist down on
the desk with violence, and his voice was forbidding. "If it's
my last act on earth," he declared, "I'm going to get the man who
shot Eddie Griggs."
Demarest was seriously disturbed by the situation that had
developed.
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