"There ain't nothin' to come clean about."
"You say we know that a woman killed Warren. You seem pretty confident of that yourself. Well, we happen to know that you know who this woman was. Who was she?"
For the first time Barker's eyes shifted. "You know as well as me who she was?"
"Who was she?" Carroll's voice fairly snapped.
"It was—Miss Hazel Gresham!"
Carroll stared at the man. "Listen to me, Barker—you're lying and we know you're lying. You know as well as we do that Miss Gresham was at her own home when Warren was killed. I don't want any more lies! Not one! Now tell us the truth!"
Barker stared first at Carroll—then at Leverage. An expression of doubt crossed his face. It was patent that these men knew more than he had credited them. Finally he shrugged his shoulders—
"Well—Mr. Carroll, that bein' the case—I ain't goin' to stick my head in a noose for nobody!"
"You've decided to tell us the truth!"
"I have."