A gurgling cry escaped the black man.
"Let me go!" he gasped.
"I've got you now, you villain!" cried Harry, grimly.
"Fo' de Lawd sakes, what yo' doin'?" groaned the darky.
"You are the undertaker's helper. We know you."
"No, I ain't, boss. No, I ain't!" protested the man in alarmed tones.
"Don't you lie to me! We know you, I tell you, and by Jove we are going to make you tell who that man was you murdered!"
The negro was terribly frightened.
In fact, he was so scared he could hardly speak.
Seeing this, Harry went on in excited tones: