He smiled
with anticipatory triumph as he made sure that the whole length
of the corridor with the barred doors of the cells was plainly
visible to one sitting thus. With a final glance about to make
certain that all was in readiness, he returned to his chair, and,
when the door opened, he was, to all appearances, busily engaged
in writing.
"Here's Garson, Chief," Cassidy announced.
"Hello, Joe!" Burke exclaimed, with a seeming of careless
friendliness, as the detective went out, and Garson stood
motionless just within the door.
"Sit down, a minute, won't you?" the Inspector continued,
affably. He did not look up from his writing as he spoke.
Garson's usually strong face was showing weak with fear. His
chin, which was commonly very firm, moved a little from uneasy
twitchings of his lips. His clear eyes were slightly clouded to
a look of apprehension, as they roved the room furtively. He
made no answer to the Inspector's greeting for a few moments, but
remained standing without movement, poised alertly as if sensing
some concealed peril.
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