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Bince?" asked the lieutenant. "I certainly do," said Bince. "Did you ever see this pistol before?" Bince took the weapon and examined it. "Yes," he said. "Under what circumstances?" asked the lieutenant. "It was one of two that Mr. Compton had in his desk. This one he loaned to Torrance two or three weeks ago. I was in the office at the time." The officer turned toward Jimmy.
And as he closed the door behind him he left a very angry young lady biting her lower lip and almost upon the verge of angry tears. "The boor," she exclaimed; "he dared to order me about and threaten me." The telephone interrupted her unhappy train of thoughts. It was Bince. "I am sorry, Elizabeth," he said, "but I won't be able to come up this evening. I have some important business to attend to.
Harold Bince entered the court-room late on Friday morning following the brief ceremony that had made them man and wife. It had been generally supposed that to-day the case would go to the jury as the evidence was all in, and the final arguments of the attorneys, which had started the preceding day, would be concluded during the morning session.
"You are going shopping, and Elizabeth wants some money." They all laughed. "You're a regular Sherlock Holmes!" exclaimed Harriet Holden. "How much?" asked Compton of his daughter, still smiling. "How much have you?" asked Elizabeth. "I am utterly broke." Compton turned to Bince. "Get her what she needs, Harold," he said. The young man started to the door.
"Is he paying anything at all?" asked another. "Oh, yes; he comes across with something now and then, but we'll probably have to carry the bulk of it until after the wedding." "Well, I can't carry it forever," said the first speaker. "I'm not playing here for my health," and, rising, he too left the room. Going directly to the buffet, he found Bince, as he was quite sure that he would.
"I hope that I am mistaken and that no serious harm will result. When do you expect to start these accountants in?" "Immediately," replied Compton. "I shall get in touch with somebody today." Bince shook his head dubiously as he returned to his own office. The following Monday Miss Edith Hudson went to work for the International Machine Company as Mr. Compton's stenographer.
"Where are they?" "They will all be in the safe in Mr. Compton's office." Krovac knitted his brows in thought for several moments. "Say," he said, "we can do the whole thing with one job." "What do you mean?" asked Bince, "We can get rid of this Torrance guy and get the records, too." "How?" asked Bince. "Do you know where Feinheimer's is?" "Yes."
The effect of the trial seemed to have made greater inroads upon Bince than upon Jimmy. The latter gave no indication of nervous depression or of worry, while Bince, on the other hand, was thin, pale and haggard. His hands and face continually moved and twitched as he sat in the courtroom or on the witness chair. Never for an instant was he at rest.
"I got enough on you now to send you up, and I don't mind tellin' yuh," he added, "that I had a guy hid down there in the shop where he could watch you drop the envelope behind my machine. I got a witness, yuh understand!" Mr. Bince did understand, but still he managed to control his temper. "What of it?" he said. "Nobody would believe your story, but let's forget that.
"Nothin' doin'," said Krovac with an angry snarl. "It might be worth another fifty to you to know that I wasn't going to tell old man Compton." "You damn scoundrel!" exclaimed Bince. "Don't go callin' me names," admonished Krovac. "A fellow that hires another to croak a man for him for one hundred bucks ain't got no license to call nobody names."
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