132“What would you say if you should see Murrell here?” Mr. Folk asked.
“Murrell!” exclaimed Robertson. “That’s good, that is. Why, yes, I’d like to see Murrell.”
He was laughing as Mr. Folk went to the door and called, “Murrell.” Murrell walked in. Robertson’s smile passed. He gripped his seat, and arose like a man lifted by an electric shock. Once on his feet, he stood there staring as at a ghost.
“Murrell,” said Mr. Folk quietly, “the jig is up, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” said Murrell, “it’s all up.”
“You’ve told everything?”
“Everything.”
Robertson sank into his chair. When he had time to recover his self-control, Mr. Folk asked him if he was ready to talk about the Suburban deal.
“Well, I don’t see what else I can do, Mr. Folk; you’ve got me.”
Robertson told all, and, with Murrell and Turner and Stock and the rolls of money to support him, Mr. Folk indicted for bribery or perjury, or both, the remaining members of the House combine, sixteen men at one swoop. Some escaped. One, Charles Kelly, a leading witness in another case, fled to Europe with more money than anyone believed he owned, and he returned after 133a
