"I might know; but you've got to make it worth my while to split."
Allen took the boy by the collar and shook him. "You young imp," he said, "you'll tell everything you know, or pass some time in gaol."
"Make me tell, then," said Butsey, and put out his tongue.
"Suppose I hand you over to Father Don and your own parent?"
"Can't, sir. Th' gang's broke up. They'll go abroad with them diamonds, and start in some other country. 'Sides, I ain't going in for that business again. I'm going to be respectable, I am. And I did git you out of the den, sir," said Butsey more earnestly.
Allen dropped his hand from the boy's collar. "You certainly did that--at the request of Miss Lorry. What of her?"
"Nothing but good," said Butsey, flushing; "she's the best and kindest laidy in the world. I ain't a-goin' to saiy anything of her."
"I don't want you to talk of people who have nothing to do with the matter in hand," said Hill; "but you must tell us about the murder. If you don't----"
"What am I a-goin' to get fur splitting?" asked Butsey in a businesslike way.
"I'll arrange that you won't go to gaol. You must remember, Master Train," said Mask with deliberation, "that you are in a dangerous position. The note you cashed was taken from a pocket-book which the murdered man had on his person, when he was shot. How did you get it, eh? The presumption is that you shot him."