"Does Garson know we've arrested the Turner girl and young
Gilder?" And, when he had been answered in the negative: "Or
that we've got Chicago Red and Dacey here?"
"No," Cassidy replied. "He hasn't been spoken to since we made
the collar.... He seems worried," the detective volunteered.
Burke's broad jowls shook from the force with which he snapped
his jaws together.
"He'll be more worried before I get through with him!" he
growled. He regarded Cassidy speculatively. "Do you remember the
Third Degree Inspector Burns worked on McGloin? Well," he went
on, as the detective nodded assent, "that's what I'm going to do
to Garson. He's got imagination, that crook! The things he don't
know about are the things he's afraid of. After he gets in here,
I want you to take his pals one after the other, and lock them up
in the cells there in the corridor. The shades on the corridor
windows here will be up, and Garson will see them taken in. The
fact of their being there will set his imagination to working
overtime, all right.
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