" His expression lightened a
little. "Perhaps the old gentleman can make him talk. I can't.
He's under that woman's thumb, of course, and she's told him he
mustn't say a word. So, he don't." A grin of half-embarrassed
appreciation moved the heavy jaws as he glanced at the District
Attorney. "You see," he explained, "I can't make him talk, but I
might if circumstances were different. On account of his being
the old man's son, I'm a little cramped in my style."
It was, in truth, one thing to browbeat and assault a convict
like Dacey or Chicago Red, but quite another to employ the like
violence against a youth of Dick Gilder's position in the world.
Demarest understood perfectly, but he was inclined to be
sceptical over the Inspector's theory that Dick possessed actual
cognizance as to the killing of Griggs.
"You think that young Gilder really knows?" he questioned,
doubtfully.
"I don't think anything--yet!" Burke retorted. "All I know is
this: Eddie Griggs, the most valuable crook that ever worked for
me, has been murdered.
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