“Joe Garson, Chicago Red, and Dacey, along with Griggs, broke into Edward Gilder's house, last night! I knew the trick was going to be pulled off, and so I planted Cassidy and a couple of other men just outside the room where the haul was to be made. Then, I went away, and after something like half an hour I came back to make the arrests myself.” A look of intense disgust spread itself over the Inspector's massive face. “Well,” he concluded sheepishly, “when I broke into the room I found young Gilder along with that Turner woman he married, and they were just talking together.”
“No trace of the others?” Demarest questioned crisply.
At the inquiry, Burke's face crimsoned angrily, then again set in grim lines.
“I found Griggs lying on the floor—dead!” Once again the disgust showed in his expression. “The Turner woman says young Gilder shot Griggs because he broke into the house. Ain't that the limit?”
“What does the boy say?” the District Attorney demanded.
Burke shook his head dispiritedly.
“Nothing,” he answered. “She told him not to talk, and so, of course, he won't, he's such a fool over her.”
“And what does she say?” Demarest asked. He found himself rather amused by the exceeding chagrin of the Inspector over this affair.
Burke's voice grew savage as he snapped a reply.
“Refuses to talk till she sees a lawyer.” But a touch of cheerfulness appeared in his tones as he proceeded. “We've got Chicago Red and Dacey, and we'll have Garson before the day's over. And, oh, yes, they've picked up a young girl at the Turner woman's place. And we've got one real clue—for once!” The speaker's expression was suddenly triumphant. He opened a drawer of the desk, and took out Garson's pistol, to which the silencer was still attached.