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His words threw the turning weight into the scale of argument and she indicated her subjection to the lawyer's will. "Very well," snapped Britz. "Greig, go and fetch a cab. We'll proceed to Headquarters." As the woman had acknowledged Luckstone as her attorney, Britz could not deny him the right to accompany her to the Central Office.
This is an outrage! On what charge do you arrest this lady?" "On the charge that she has guilty knowledge of the murder of Herbert Whitmore," returned Britz. "It's absurd," railed Luckstone. "Ridiculous! Why don't you accuse her of having killed Mr. Whitmore?" "Perhaps I may," said Britz challengingly. "It would be just like you blundering policemen," sneered the lawyer. "Mrs.
The others had played silent roles, but now one of them was suddenly called to participate actively in the drama. He failed to respond. Beard, far from embracing the opportunity to enlighten the coroner, clung all the more desperately to silence. And in this attitude he was encouraged by a nod from Luckstone. "Beard, you have nothing to hide," urged Britz. "Why don't you talk?
The frankness with which Luckstone had revealed the evidence on which he based his alibis could leave no doubt that the witnesses would confirm all he had said. And against such a downpour of disinterested evidence the police could not hope to sustain their case. Britz had listened to Luckstone's recital with impassive countenance.
Presently she lifted her face to his in a look of silent protest, and he felt a stinging sense of shame at the shabby part he was compelled to play. But he remained firm. "I am sorry, but I must insist that this lady come with me," he said with a note of sad determination in his voice. "Oh, you're sorry!" echoed Luckstone ironically. "You'll be sorrier before you're through with this case.
"No, chief, Luckstone had some design of his own in thus urging us to the conclusion that Collins was the guilty man. But I saw the trap which his crafty brain devised. Luckstone has evidence with which to offset everything we could bring forward against Collins. He planned to make a colossal fool of the prosecution.
She was followed in a few minutes by Collins, Ward and Beard, all of whom had been summoned by Britz. Next, Luckstone was seen to jump out of an automobile and tear up the steps as if afraid that his ultimate fate depended on the moments required to reach his clients. Finally Coroner Hart entered the building, and was immediately accosted by the reporters. "What's coming off?" they inquired.
The lawyer shot an exultant glance at Britz, a glance that adequately conveyed the conviction that he had shattered the entire case against his clients. Coroner Hart glanced inquiringly from Britz to Chief Manning, as if waiting for some cue. "Does Mr. Luckstone mean he's got an alibi for all his clients?" Manning said experimentally. "You caught my meaning precisely."
Having established the time when the assassin fired the bullet into Whitmore's body, Britz laid aside the picture and the needle and turned savagely on Luckstone. "Now, sir!" he exclaimed, bringing his fist down on the table. "That disposes of your alibis! You had arranged them very craftily after the shooting all four of your clients spent the morning where disinterested witnesses could see them.
Yet he permitted the letter and the pistol and the box of cartridges to remain in his room, where they could not possibly be overlooked. And all the while, it must be remembered, he was in consultation with the astute Luckstone. "Now what is the inevitable conclusion? Why, he was courting arrest.
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