"You don't mean to tell me, prosecutor," he exclaimed, "that you're going to prosecute me for these things?"
The other shrugged his shoulders.
"How can I help it?"
"You don't dare prosecute me! You blamed idiot!" screamed Broderick. "If you do, I'll send you up myself—you with three-quarters of a million dirty money in your clothes."
Murgatroyd thought over his words and weighed them. Presently, he said:—
"I would get out in five years; you would be there for a hundred and thirty more."
Broderick snorted with rage.
"What are you driving at, anyway?"
The prosecutor was silent for a moment, then he said:—
"Broderick, since I've been prosecutor, I have achieved a reputation for just three things: first, whenever I have tried to induce the Grand Jury to indict, I've succeeded; second, whenever they indicted, I have secured a verdict of conviction; third, my verdicts of conviction are always affirmed upon appeal." He stood over Broderick, threateningly, and finally declared:—