"It was," Jadiver said. "When I found out, I tried to tell them. But it was too late."
"Glad you tried," said Cobber. At that instant, so was Jadiver. "I checked you myself. I couldn't find anything," Cobber added thoughtfully. "They must have something new."
"It is new," Jadiver wearily confirmed. "I can't get rid of it."
"Mind telling me? I figure I ought to know."
Hunched up in the darkness, Jadiver told him what he could. At present, he was defenseless. Cobber was a little man, but he was no stranger to violence and he had the weapons. Perhaps that was what the police counted on—that Cobber would save them an arrest.
"Bad," said Cobber after an interval. It sounded like a reprieve.
Jadiver waited.
"I liked Burlingame," continued Cobber. "Emily, too."
Burlingame was a decent fellow. Emily he had seen only once, twice if he counted last night. She deserved better than she got.
"I don't know who it was," Jadiver said. "Some big policeman."