“Because, Mose,” laughed Nick, “my reputation as a detective is involved. When I run a man in for committing a crime I always make it a point to run in—the right man!”
Flood half started from his chair, then controlled himself with a violent mental effort.
“What do you mean by that, Nick?” he demanded, frowning darkly.
“Just what I say, Mose.”
“You think I am not the right man?”
“I know you are not.”
“But my confession——”
“Your confession has no weight with me, Mose,” interrupted Nick decidedly.
“No weight! Why not?”
“Because you are making it to shield another.”