The Inspector had nothing in the way of answer--only, sat
motionless until the door closed after her. Then, left alone, his
sole audible comment was a single word--one he had learned,
perhaps, from Aggie Lynch:
"Hell!"
CHAPTER XXIII. THE CONFESSION.
Burke was a persistent man, and he had set himself to getting the
murderer of Griggs. Foiled in his efforts thus far by the
opposition of Mary, he now gave himself over to careful thought
as to a means of procedure that might offer the best
possibilities of success. His beetling brows were drawn in a
frown of perplexity for a full quarter of an hour, while he
rested motionless in his chair, an unlighted cigar between his
lips. Then, at last, his face cleared; a grin of satisfaction
twisted his heavy mouth, and he smote the desk joyously.
"It's a cinch it'll get 'im!" he rumbled, in glee.
He pressed the button-call, and ordered the doorman to send in
Cassidy. When the detective appeared a minute later, he went
directly to his subject with a straightforward energy usual to
him in his work.
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