“Burt, you are really barking up the wrong tree,” said Quick.
“Do you intend to submit quietly to arrest?” remarked Burt.
“What’s the use of kicking?”
“Hold out your hands together and as far as you can.”
The dive-keeper obeyed. All his brutal courage seemed to have oozed out at his finger ends. In a jiffy Burt snapped handcuffs on the fellow’s wrists.
“Now, my friend,” said the detective, “I’ve got you snug enough.”
“Burt, would you mind answering a question of mine?”
“Certainly not.”
“Has Enoch Cook turned up as an informer?” asked Quick.
“I don’t know as you can properly designate him as an informer. Just now, however, Enoch is in my employ.”