The man hesitated, then looked up, his eyes half closed and a cunning expression upon his face.
“Make out your own case,” he said. “You've got nothing against me.”
Kerry snapped his teeth together viciously.
“I've told you what happened to your pal,” he warned. “If you're a wise man you'll come in on our side, before the same thing happens to you.”
“I don't know what you're talking about,” growled Poland.
Kerry nodded to the constable at the doorway.
“Take him back,” he ordered.
Jim Poland being returned to his cell, Kerry, as the door closed behind the prisoner and his guard, stared across at Durham where he stood beside the table.
“An old hand,” he said. “But there's another way.” He glanced at the officer in charge. “Hold him till the morning. He'll prove useful.”
From his waistcoat pocket he took out a slip of chewing gum, unwrapped it, and placed the mint-flavoured wafer between his large white teeth. He bit upon it savagely, settled his hat upon his head, and, turning, walked toward the door. In the doorway he paused.