I framed one up on them, that's all.

I'm Kline, of the secret service--see?
I don't suppose they'd ever seen him, though they'd know his name fast enough, but I made up something like him.

I showed them where I had a case against Sammy for pinching the plate that was strong enough to put a hundred innocent men behind the bars.

Of course, he knew well enough he was innocent, but he could see the twenty years I showed him with both eyes.
Say, he mussed all over the place, and went and fainted like a girl.

And then the old woman came across with an offer of fifteen thousand for the plate, and corrupted me." Malone's cunning, vicious face, now that the softening effects of the gray hair and mustache were gone, seemed accentuated diabolically by the grin broadening into a laugh, as he guffawed.
Marty Dean's hand swung with a bang to Malone's shoulder.
"Say, Cap--say, you're all right!" he exclaimed excitedly.