"As for me," he continued, "I hate the stool pigeon method as much
as anyone can. I don't like it. I don't relish the idea of being
in partnership with crooks in any degree. I hate an informer who
worms himself or herself into a person's friendship for the
purpose of betraying it. But the system is here. I didn't start it
and I can't change it. As long as it's here I must accept it and
do business under it. And, that being the case, I can't afford to
let matters like this killing pass without getting revenge, swift
and sure. You understand? Someone's going to suffer for the
killing of that girl, not only because it was a brutal murder, but
because the department has got to make an example or no one whom
we employ is safe."

Dillon was shouldering his burly form up and down the office in
his excitement. He paused in front of us, to proceed.

"I've got one of my best men on the case now--Inspector Herman.
I'll introduce you to him, if he happens to be around. Herman's
all right. But here you come in, Garrick, and tell me you picked
up something that my man missed up there in Jersey. I know it's
the truth, too. I've worked with you and seen enough of you to
know that you wouldn't say a thing like that as a bluff to me."

Dillon was evidently debating something in his mind.

"Herman'll have to stand it," he went on, half to himself. "I
don't care whether he gets jealous or not."

He paused and looked Garrick squarely in the eye, as he led up to