Aggie showed no trace of emotion as her glance ran over the
weapon.
"She didn't own it," was her firm answer.
"Oh, then it's Garson's!" Burke exclaimed.
"I don't know whose it is," Aggie replied, with an air of boredom
well calculated to deceive. "I never laid eyes on it till now."
The Inspector's tone abruptly took on a somber coloring, with an
underlying menace.
"English Eddie was killed with this gun last night," he said.
"Now, who did it?" His broad face was sinister. "Come on, now!
Who did it?"
Aggie became flippant, seemingly unimpressed by the Inspector's
savageness.
"How should I know?" she drawled. "What do you think I am--a
fortune-teller?"
"You'd better come through," Burke reiterated. Then his manner
changed to wheedling. "If you're the wise kid I think you are,
you will."
Aggie waxed very petulant over this insistence.
"I tell you, I don't know anything! Say, what are you trying to
hand me, anyway?"
Burke scowled on the girl portentously, and shook his head.
"Now, it won't do, I tell you, Aggie Lynch.
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