learned, perhaps, from Aggie
Lynch:

"Hell!"

CHAPTER XXIII. THE CONFESSION.

Burke was a persistent man, and he had set himself to getting the
murderer of Griggs. Foiled in his efforts thus far by the opposition
of Mary, he now gave himself over to careful thought as to a means
of procedure that might offer the best possibilities of success. His
beetling brows were drawn in a frown of perplexity for a full quarter
of an hour, while he rested motionless in his chair, an unlighted
cigar between his lips. Then, at last, his face cleared; a grin of
satisfaction twisted his heavy mouth, and he smote the desk joyously.

"It's a cinch it'll get 'im!" he rumbled, in glee.

He pressed the button-call, and ordered the doorman to send in Cassidy.
When the detective appeared a minute later, he went directly to his
subject with a straightforward energy usual to him in his work.

"Does Garson know we've arrested the Turner girl and young Gilder?" And,
when he had been answered in the negative: "Or that we've got Chicago
Red and Dacey here?"

"No," Cassidy replied. "He hasn't been spoken to since we made the
collar.... He seems worried," the detective volunteered.

Burke's broad jowls shook from the force with which he snapped his jaws
together.

"He'll be more worried before I get through with him!" he growled.
He regarded Cassidy speculatively. "Do you remember the Third Degree
Inspector Burns worked on McGloin? Well," he went on, as the detective
nodded assent, "that's what I'm going to do to Garson. He's got
imagination, that crook! The things he don't know about are the things
he's afraid of. After he gets in here, I want you to take his pals one
after the other, and lock them up in the cells there in the corridor.
The shades on the corridor windows here will be up, and Garson will see
them taken in. The fact of their being there will set his imagination to
working overtime, all right."

Burke reflected for a moment, and then issued the final directions for
the execution of his latest plot.

"When you get the buzzer from me, you have young Gilder and the Turner
woman sent in. Then, after a while, you'll get another buzzer. When you
hear that, come right in here, and tell me that the gang has squealed.
I'll do the rest. Bring Garson here in just five minutes.... Tell Dan to
come in."

As the detective went out, the doorman promptly entered, and thereat
Burke proceeded with the further instructions necessary to