"Not if I stretch out this hand," answered Broderick. "That there hand has covered a multitude of sins." He squinted at Thorne. "But there's just one person I'm afraid of in this thing."
Thorne's nod seemed to say:
"Murgatroyd."
Broderick shook his head.
"No, not a bit of it. You take my word for it, Murgatroyd will never open his mouth again on the subject of the Challoner case. He took that cash—he can't fool me!"
Thorne sighed:—
"You think we're safe with him?"
Broderick dismissed the subject of the prosecutor with a wave of the hand.
"Mrs. Challoner is the fly in the ointment."
Thorne, in turn, quite as vigorously dissented:—