He's caught, and he's trying to get out of it with a light sentence by pretending to turn State's evidence, but--but I'll fight him--he can't prove it--it's only his word against mine, and--" The other shook his head again.
"It's no good, Sammy," he said, a touch of sternness back in his tones again.

"I told you it was open and shut.

It's not only Al Gregor.

One of the gang got weak knees when I got him where I wanted him the other night, and he swears that you are the one who DELIVERED the plate to them.

Between him and Gregor and what I know myself, I've got evidence enough for any jury against every one of the rest of you." Horror, fear, helplessness seemed to mingle in the sick man's staring eyes, and he swayed unsteadily upon his feet.
"I'm innocent!" he screamed out.