Come down to headquarters, and I can prove it.

I got the goods on him all the way.

I tell you"-- his voice rose shrilly--"it was Stace Morse." "You are a despicable hound," said Jimmie Dale, through set lips.
"Here"-- he handed the revolver over to Carruthers--"keep him covered, Carruthers.

You're going to the CHAIR for this, Clayton," he said, in a fierce monotone.

"The chair! You can't send another there in your place--this time.