heaved a sigh of satisfaction not unmixed with envy. "At least you'll not have Terhune with his scientific stunts and mechanical mind-readers butting in on this case."
"How about yourself?" The inspector halted and bent a quizzical gaze upon his companion. "Going to quit before the end of the first round?"
"Quit?" McCarty flashed. "Well, you know, sir, that I'm not in it except maybe to testify against the lad for breaking and entering. I've nothing to do with the murder nor the solving of it."
"But you're itching for a chance, aren't you, you old scout?" The other smiled. "I'll swear you in as a special officer to-morrow, just as I did on the last case you got yourself mixed up in since you left the force. Come on, now."
McCarty's eyes shone and he squared his massive shoulders with proud elation as they entered the room where the master of the house lay. He was officially at work again, and the inhabitants of the instalment-plan suburban colony in which he had invested his savings and from which he drew his modest revenue might fun the place to suit themselves until the case was finished. He was back in the old game!
When they opened the door of the study they found that its only occupants were the dead man and the wretched youth, who still cringed in his chair, to one arm of which he had now been securely handcuffed. At-sight of the inspector's face he uttered a sharp ejaculation and cowered farther down.
"Well, well!" Inspector Druet searched his countenance keenly. "It seems to me we've met before, my friend."
"No, sir! Youse got me wrong—"
"Have I? We've got you mugged down at headquarters; I never forget a face. Have you done time? What's your name? Speak up!"
"Joe Bodansky," the youth muttered sullenly. "I did one stretch in de reform'tory 'cause de gang I traveled wit' swiped some lead pipe, but I didn't have notin' to do wit' it! Dis is de foist toime—"
"Never mind; thought I had you right. I'll get your story down-town later." Inspector Druet turned to McCarty and indicated the body. "Is this the way it was when you saw it first, Mac?"
"Yes. I was the third one to see it as far as we know; Joe, here, was first, then Clancy and then me. It don't look as if those flatfeet up-stairs had disturbed it any except that the gun was lying nearer to the hand, almost touching the fingers—this way."
McCarty stooped and moved the position of the pistol a trifle.
"He sure got his with a vengeance, didn't he?" the inspector remarked.
A quick gleam of light came into McCarty's own eyes.
"Maybe he did, sir," he vouchsafed.
"There seems to have been a bit of a struggle here; look, Mac," the other said suddenly.
The strip of tapestry which lay along the center of the refectory table had been pulled awry at the end near which the man had fallen and it was evident that only the heavy lamp which stood upon it had prevented it from being swept to the floor, but there were no other signs of disorder in the room.
"Yes, sir," McCarty agreed somewhat doubtfully. "He wouldn't have had time to catch at it in falling, after that shot hit him, but maybe whoever it was did it might have twisted that table cover in rage or excitement before they fired and killed him."
"And you think Creveling was the sort of man to stand calmly and wait without raising a hand to defend himself while his guest worked his own nerve up to the point of murder?" The inspector shrugged. "Come along, let's go up and see what the others have found out."
The patrol wagon clattered up to the entrance at that moment and Joe Bodansky, obviously relieved to be removed from the immediate vicinity of the dead man even in so grim and forbidding a vehicle, was consigned to the care of its officials.
After it had departed the inspector and his freshly appointed assistant mounted the great staircase to be met at the top by Clancy and two detectives from the borough headquarters. The latter were none too pleased to find an inspector from the
