The detective stopped.
"Unless what?"
"Unless you open up and tell me the whole story."
The fellow had a wicked eye. He saw that he had run into a snap, and he was determined to take a desperate chance to get out of it.
"I'm in for it," he remarked.
The detective had been watching the varying changes of expression upon the man's face, and dropped to the fact that the fellow contemplated some desperate expedient.
"I reckon, old man, the best thing for you to do is to own up, make a clean breast of it."
"Are you really Vance, or have I run against some other
Government dandy?"
"I am Vance."
"I wish I were sure, old man, and I'd put you on the biggest lay of your life."