The Inspector disdained such futile argument. As the doorman appeared in answer to the buzzer, he directed that the stenographer be summoned at once.
“We'll have the confession in due form,” he remarked, gazing pleasedly on the three before him.
“He's not going to confess,” Mary insisted, with spirit.
But Burke was not in the least impressed. He disregarded her completely, and spoke mechanically to Garson the formal warning required by the law.
“You are hereby cautioned that anything you say may be used against you.” Then, as the stenographer entered, he went on with lively interest. “Now, Joe!”
Yet once again, Mary protested, a little wildly.
“Don't speak, Joe! Don't say a word till we can get a lawyer for you!”
The man met her pleading eyes steadily, and shook his head in refusal.
“It's no use, my girl,” Burke broke in, harshly. “I told you I'd get you. I'm going to try you and Garson, and the whole gang for murder—yes, every one of you.... And you, Gilder,” he continued, lowering on the young man who had defied him so obstinately, “you'll go to the House of Detention as a material witness.” He turned his gaze to Garson again, and spoke authoritatively: “Come on now, Joe!”
Garson went a step toward the desk, and spoke decisively.