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"Did you read in the papers this
morning about that murder of a girl whose body was found up in New
Jersey in the underbrush?"
"Not only that, but I've picked up a few things that your man
overlooked," confided Garrick.
Dillon looked at him sharply for a moment. "Say," he said frankly,
"that's one of the things I like about you, Garrick. You're on the
job. Also, you're on the square. You don't go gumshoeing it around
behind a fellow's back, and talking the same way. You play fair.
Now, look here. Haven't I always played fair with you, Garrick?"
"Yes, Dillon," agreed Garrick, "you have always played fair. But
what's the idea?"
"You came up here for information, didn't you?" persisted the
commissioner.
Garrick nodded.
"Well do you know who that girl was who was murdered?" he asked
leaning forward.
"No," admitted Garrick.
"Of course not," asserted Dillon triumphantly. "We haven't given
it out yet--and I don't know as we shall."
"No," pursued Garrick, "I don't know and I'll admit that I'd like
to know.


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