“You think that young Gilder really knows?” he questioned, doubtfully.
“I don't think anything—yet!” Burke retorted. “All I know is this: Eddie Griggs, the most valuable crook that ever worked for me, has been murdered.” The official's voice was charged with threatening as he went on. “And some one, man or woman, is going to pay for it!”
“Woman?” Demarest repeated, in some astonishment.
Burke's voice came merciless.
“I mean, Mary Turner,” he said slowly.
Demarest was shocked.
“But, Burke,” he expostulated, “she's not that sort.” The Inspector sneered openly.
“How do you know she ain't?” he demanded. “Well, anyhow, she's made a monkey out of the Police Department, and, first, last, and all the time, I'm a copper... And that reminds me,” he went on with a resumption of his usual curt bluntness, “I want you to wait for Mr. Gilder outside, while I get busy with the girl they've brought down from Mary Turner's flat.”