“I must see both Hall and Meloy,” continued Nick.
“Do you think that Meloy will talk?”
“The chances are that he will, now that Billy Young is dead. He feared him more than he did a dozen policemen.”
“I think, then, that I will go down to the cells and see these men.”
“Very well; I’ll go down with you,” said the inspector.
A couple of minutes later, and they were in Meloy’s cell.
The prisoner had had a good breakfast, and was inclined to be funny. They cut him short and came down to business.
“Meloy,” said Nick, “you appear to be in a much better frame of mind than you were last night?”
“I am,” the man replied. “I’ve had a good night’s sleep and an excellent breakfast, and what more does a man want?”
“Liberty,” laconically replied Nick.