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"Mary Turner, I want you for the murder of " Garson's rush halted the sentence. He had leaped forward. His face was rigid. He broke on the Inspector's words with a gesture of fury. His voice came in a hiss: "That's a damned lie!... I did it!" Joe Garson had shouted his confession without a second of reflection. But the result must have been the same had he taken years of thought.
"How long has she owned this gun?" he said, threateningly. Aggie showed no trace of emotion as her glance ran over the weapon. "She didn't own it," was her firm answer. "Oh, then it's Garson's!" Burke exclaimed. "I don't know whose it is," Aggie replied, with an air of boredom well calculated to deceive. "I never laid eyes on it till now."
"Garson's my monaker. I shot English Eddie, because he was a skunk, and a stool-pigeon, and he got just what was coming to him." Vituperation beyond the mere words beat in his voice now. Burke twisted uneasily in his chair. "Now, now!" he objected, severely. "We can't take a confession like that."
"Oh, two or three hundred dollars, I suppose," he answered. "Why?" "Never mind that!" Mary exclaimed, violently. And now the girl's voice came stinging like a whiplash. In Garson's face, too, was growing fury, for in an instant of illumination he guessed something of the truth. Mary's next question confirmed his raging suspicion. "How long have you had them, Dick?"
You needn't be afraid to give Fred a passage in your boat." "And Gloy, please, sir," added the Harrisons. "I am at Mr. Garson's service," said Yaspard. Then a brilliant idea came into his head, dispelling in a moment all his doubts and fears. "I'll tell you what," he cried, "you shall meet my little sister first, and she shall take you to Uncle Brüs. He will do anything for her.
"And nobody had anything to do with the killing but me." Burke put a question that was troubling him much, concerning the motive that lay behind the shooting of Griggs. "Was there any bad feeling between you and Eddie Griggs?" Garson's reply was explicit. "Never till that very minute. Then, I learned the truth about what he'd framed up with you."
Burke, immensely gratified, went nimbly to his chair, and thence surveyed the agitated group with grisly pleasure. "Joe has talked," he said, significantly. Mary, shaken as she was by the fact of Garson's confession, nevertheless retained her presence of mind sufficiently to resist with all her strength. "He did it to protect me," she stated, earnestly.
"We didn't mean any harm, sir," he said. "We only came to take Fred Garson's pet sealkie." "Indeed! and where may Fred Garson's pet sealkie be?" "She was in the haunted room goodness knows where she may be by this time," was the very cool answer of Master Tom.
When he had cleaned up the armour to his satisfaction, he sat down to his desk and wrote a letter, which pleased him so much that he read it twice aloud, and ended by saying "Prime! I didn't know that I could express myself so well on paper. It's as good as Garson's own. I wonder what he will say!"
By now, the young man himself sensed the fact that something mysteriously baneful lay behind the frantic questioning on this seemingly trivial theme. "Ever since I can remember," he replied, promptly. Mary's voice came then with an intonation that brought enlightenment not only to Garson's shrewd perceptions, but also to the heavier intelligences of Dacey and of Chicago Red.
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