Burke retained his manner of serene indifference to the other's
agitation. Still, his pen hurried over the paper; and he did not
trouble to look up as he expostulated, half-banteringly.
"Now, now! What's the matter with you, Joe? I told you that I
wanted to ask you a few questions. That's all."
Garson leaped to his feet again resolutely, then faltered, and
ultimately fell back into the chair with a groan, as the
Inspector went on speaking.
"Now, Joe, sit down, and keep still, I tell you, and let me get
through with this job. It won't take me more than a minute
more."
But, after a moment, Garson's emotion forced hint to another
appeal.
"Say, Inspector----" he began.
Then, abruptly, he was silent, his mouth still open to utter the
words that were now held back by horror. Again, he saw the
detective walking forward, out there in the corridor. And with
him, as before, was a second figure, which advanced slinkingly.
Garson leaned forward in his chair, his head thrust out, watching
in rigid suspense.
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