"I haven't got the ring."
"I don't believe you."
"Are you going to keep me under surveillance?"
"I am."
"Until when?"
"Until the ring is returned."
"McKenna," said Garraboy desperately, "I think I've satisfied you. I'm not standing on technicalities. You've got me cold. I know it. Now, I'll tell you just how I stand. When everything is paid up, I stand pretty nearly $200,000 to the good. I'm going to get out—go abroad and stay there, and I want to catch the first boat out. If I had that ring, I'd throw it over, quick. That's straight goods."
"Garraboy, did you steal that ring?" said McKenna again.
"I did not." He took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped away the perspiration which stood on his forehead.
"Did you ever see before the detective, John Ryan, whom Mrs. Kildair called in?"