“Well, at any rate, you will have to stand trial.”
Cook looked glum. He had no thought of resisting the detective.
Enoch knew that if he made a dash for liberty, Burt would shoot him down. He very meekly allowed Burt to slip handcuffs on his wrists.
“I hope for your sake,” said the detective, “that this man may recover. Bad as you are, I should not like to have you die on the gallows.”
“We used to be friends.”
“Yes, that was long ago. Do not recall the past; it will not help your case any.”
“Suppose I was to put you in the way of this famous green diamond, of which you are in search?” remarked Enoch.
“So, you rascal, you do know where that precious gem is?”
“I haven’t said that.”
“Then what do you mean?”