You can arrange it."
Jerry slammed down a fist heavily on the table. "I can, but I won't.
Not if you was to go fifty-fifty with me to your last cent. I'm goin'
to get this fellow. See? I'm goin' to get him good. He'll be
crawlin' on his hands and knees to me before I'm through with him."
"What good will that do you? I'm offering you cold cash just to let
the truth get out--that Collins was trying to kill him when he got hit."
"Nothin' doin'. I've been layin' for this boob. I've got him now.
I'm goin' to turn the screws on and listen to him holler."
Bromfield's valet stepped into the room. "Mr. and Miss Whitford to see
you, sir."
CHAPTER XXXIV
BEATRICE QUALIFIES AS A SHERLOCK HOLMES
Annie Millikan nodded her wise little head. "Jerry's gonna frame him
if he can. He's laid the wires for it. That's a lead pipe."
"Sure," agreed Muldoon. "I'll bet he's been busy all night fixin' up
his story. Some poor divvies he'll bully-rag into swearin' lies an'
others he'll buy. Trust Jerry for the crooked stuff."
"We've got to get the truth," said Beatrice crisply, pulling on her
gloves. "And we'll do it too. A pack of lies can't stand against four
of us all looking for the truth."
Annie looked curiously at this golden-haired girl with the fine rapture
of untamed youth, so delicate and yet so silken strong. By training
and tradition they were miles apart, yet the girl who had lived on the
edge of the underworld recognized a certain kinship.
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