Detective and mystery stories; Holmes, Sherlock (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Private investigators -- England -- Fiction
“Maybe you think that the game is not over yet. Well, I take my chance
of that. Anyhow, some of you will take no further hand, and there are
sixty more besides yourselves that will see a jail this night. I’ll
tell you this, that when I was put upon this job I never believed there
was such a society as yours. I thought it was paper talk, and that I
would prove it so. They told me it was to do with the Freemen; so I
went to Chicago and was made one. Then I was surer than ever that it
was just paper talk; for I found no harm in the society, but a deal of
good.
“Still, I had to carry out my job, and I came to the coal valleys. When
I reached this place I learned that I was wrong and that it wasn’t a
dime novel after all. So I stayed to look after it. I never killed a
man in Chicago. I never minted a dollar in my life. Those I gave you
were as good as any others; but I never spent money better. But I knew
the way into your good wishes and so I pretended to you that the law
was after me. It all worked just as I thought.
“So I joined your infernal lodge, and I took my share in your councils.
Maybe they will say that I was as bad as you. They can say what they
like, so long as I get you. But what is the truth? The night I joined
you beat up old man Stanger. I could not warn him, for there was no
time; but I held your hand, Baldwin, when you would have killed him. If
ever I have suggested things, so as to keep my place among you, they
were things which I knew I could prevent. I could not save Dunn and
Menzies, for I did not know enough; but I will see that their murderers
are hanged. I gave Chester Wilcox warning, so that when I blew his
house in he and his folk were in hiding. There was many a crime that I
could not stop; but if you look back and think how often your man came
home the other road, or was down in town when you went for him, or
stayed indoors when you thought he would come out, you’ll see my work.”
“You blasted traitor!” hissed McGinty through his closed teeth.
“Ay, John McGinty, you may call me that if it eases your smart. You and
your like have been the enemy of God and man in these parts. It took a
man to get between you and the poor devils of men and women that you
held under your grip. There was just one way of doing it, and I did it.
You call me a traitor; but I guess there’s many a thousand will call me
a deliverer that went down into hell to save them. I’ve had three
months of it. I wouldn’t have three such months again if they let me
loose in the treasury at Washington for it. I had to stay till I had it
all, every man and every secret right here in this hand. I’d have
waited a little longer if it hadn’t come to my knowledge that my secret
was coming out. A letter had come into the town that would have set you
wise to it all. Then I had to act and act quickly.
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