Aggie waxed very petulant over this insistence.

"I tell you, I don't know anything! Say, what are you trying to
hand me, anyway?"

Burke scowled on the girl portentously, and shook his head.

"Now, it won't do, I tell you, Aggie Lynch. I'm wise. You
listen to me." Once more his manner turned to the cajoling.
"You tell me what you know, and I'll see you make a clean
get-away, and I'll slip you a nice little piece of money, too."

The girl's face changed with startling swiftness. She regarded
the Inspector shrewdly, a crafty glint in her eyes.

"Let me get this straight," she said. "If I tell you what I know
about Mary Turner and Joe Garson, I get away?"

"Clean!" Burke ejaculated, eagerly.

"And you'll slip me some coin, too?"

"That's it!" came the hasty assurance. "Now, what do you say?"

The small figure grew tense. The delicate, childish face was
suddenly distorted with rage, a rage black and venomous. The
blue eyes were blazing. The voice came thin and piercing.

"I say, you're a great big stiff! What do you think I am?" she
stormed at the discomfited Inspector, while Cassidy looked on in