“Wall, suggest a plan then,” growled Burke. “I’m sick of it.”
“So am I!” snapped Scraggs. “I wish I’d never seen you or your girl. This will be my ruin.”
“You’re awful afraid of being ruined,” said Blood, angrily. “I’ve paid you good money, Anthony Scraggs!”
“And you’re making a fugitive from justice of me, the same as yourself.”
“Well, you ought to be. You’re the worst shark of us all.”
Old King Brady listened to all this wrangling with much edification.
The old detective was exultant.
Certainly he had reason to be.
In a short while the asylum would be surrounded by armed men and the birds would be in limbo.
The great case would be won.