"And yours, too, Mr. Beecher, Mr. Gunther?"
Each repeated the promise in turn.
Garraboy signed the confession and handed it to McKenna.
"What now?"
"You will, of course, wind up your business immediately."
"I will telephone for my clerk to bring my books here at once for your inspection. I will draw the necessary checks and have them deposited to the credit of my clients this afternoon. One of your men can personally assure himself that everything is right. Will that satisfy you?"
"Couldn't have proposed anything more practical," said McKenna, nodding.
"What next?"
"Clean up that matter of the ring."
Garraboy rose impatiently,