“I wasn’t in on that. You can’t prove—”
“How’d you come by the money, then?” snapped the chief.
White darted a glance at the stern faces encircling him and moistened his lips.
“It was Hegan hit him,” he blurted.
“How do you know?”
“I saw him,” White floundered.
“Thank you,” said the chief, ironically. “That is just what I wanted to be sure of. What happened after the pair of you got away with the money?”
Again White looked round appealingly to those near, and hesitated.
“You’d better come across,” urged the chief. “We’ve got you, remember, and you can’t squirm out of it. You must have hidden the money in the cabin of the sloop at once, because it was only the next day that you and Hegan were arrested at Baymouth, and you’ve been in the prison since then, until very recently. It may make it easier for you if you tell me the truth now.”