CHAPTER XXXVII.GRISWOLD STILL DOUBTFUL.
The detective leaned forward in the taxi, and held Griswold’s eyes commandingly.
“That’s about enough of that, Griswold,” he said, with ominous quiet. “I would advise you to restrain yourself. I’m not accustomed to being approached in this way, and I’ve endured it thus far only because I’ve made allowance for your obvious excitement. I supposed that a man in your position would be sufficiently informed concerning me and my work to have no such illusions, and sufficiently in command of himself to conquer such heated impulse. A moment’s reflection ought to convince you that my presence up the State for the last few days can easily be verified.
“And now, if you’ll come to your senses, I shall be more than eager to hear what you have to say about this
