The shot went home. The man clenched his fists and looked about
the room from face to face.

"You don't tell me------" he began huskily.

"I've told you," said Kerry. "He's on the slab. Spit out the
truth; it'll be good for your health."

The man hesitated, then looked up, his eyes half closed and a
cunning expression upon his face.

"Make out your own case," he said. "You've got nothing against
me."

Kerry snapped his teeth together viciously.

"I've told you what happened to your pal," he warned. "If you're
a wise man you'll come in on our side, before the same thing
happens to you."

"I don't know what you're talking about," growled Poland.

Kerry nodded to the constable at the doorway.

"Take him back," he ordered.

Jim Poland being returned to his cell, Kerry, as the door closed
behind the prisoner and his guard, stared across at Durham where
he stood beside the table.