“Sarah doesn’t know it all,” grumbled Barker. “I am the only one that has all the facts.”
“And you won’t tell if I have you arrested?”
“That’s the size of it.”
“And if I let you go, what will you tell me?”
“A good deal that will be to your interest.”
Bob looked at the man and smiled grimly.
“I wouldn’t trust you, Barker. I would rather hear what you had to say after you were behind the bars.”
“I won’t tell you a word, then. You can live and die the poor, miserable nobody that you now are.”
“We’ll see. Let me tell you something. Even if I could trust you to tell the whole truth, I wouldn’t let you go. You are a criminal, and your place is in prison.”
“You’ll never put me there,” cried Barker.