“If I come through, you'll let her go—and him?” he added as an afterthought, with a nod toward Dick Gilder.
“Oh, Joe, don't!” Mary cried, bitterly. “We'll spend every dollar we can raise to save you!”
“Now, it's no use,” the Inspector complained. “You're only wasting time. He's said that he did it. That's all there is to it. Now that we're sure he's our man, he hasn't got a chance in the world.”
“Well, how about it?” Garson demanded, savagely. “Do they go clear, if I come through?”
“We'll get the best lawyers in the country,” Mary persisted, desperately. “We'll save you, Joe—we'll save you!”
Garson regarded the distraught girl with wistful eyes. But there was no trace of yielding in his voice as he replied, though he spoke very sorrowfully.
“No, you can't help me,” he said, simply. “My time has come, Mary.... And I can save you a lot of trouble.”
“He's right there,” Burke ejaculated. “We've got him cold. So, what's the use of dragging you two into it?”
“Then, they go clear?” Garson exclaimed, eagerly. “They ain't even to be called as witnesses?”
Burke nodded assent.