“Well, I think you are a pretty square cop, and if you give me your word I feel sure that you will keep it. Now, what do you want me to do?”
“I want you to tell the truth.”
“Well, where am I to begin?”
“Where you left off last night. Let me tell you first that Billy Young is dead,” added the detective.
“Well, what of it? That is no news to me. I have heard it before.”
“Is that so? From whom did you hear it?”
“One of the doormen told me, as he thought that it was a brilliant piece of news. I didn’t take much stock in it until I heard him tell another man, and then I felt sure that it was not a ‘plant’ on your part to get me to talk.”
“I will show that I am in earnest when I tell you that he is dead. I will do what will convince you, I think; I will send for Hall, the leader of your gang, and have him tell you about how he was killed.”
An officer was sent to fetch Hall from his cell.
He was handcuffed, and looked rather forlorn as he stood in front of Meloy’s cell.