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"The Coroner turned the commitment papers over to him." "Did Beard make any statement on the way to jail?" "Not to Muldoon. But he telephoned to a lawyer named Luckstone." "Very well. Now come with me." After leaving Manning's office, Britz and Greig proceeded to the Federal Building.
If you are innocent you have only to speak, to declare the truth, and you shall be subjected to no embarrassments at the hands of the law. I promise it." She was shaken by this impassioned outburst of the detective, but before her wavering mind could come to any definite resolve, Luckstone again interposed. "Don't let him fool you," he cautioned. "He's trying to entrap you.
Before she recovered from the violence of the emotions suddenly aroused in her, Luckstone had come to her assistance. "Why do you ask that?" he demanded. "A moment ago you practically accused this lady of murder. Are you seeking incriminating admissions? Or are you simply on a fishing expedition?" "I am trying to ascertain the truth," said Britz. Luckstone turned toward the woman.
He may go where he chooses, but only in the company of a detective." "And if he refuse your condition?" "Then I shall be compelled to arrest him." "And multiply the blunders which you have made in this case!" Luckstone smiled sarcastically. "I am responsible for the conduct of this investigation," snapped Britz. "And let me tell you, Mr.
The lawyer smiled confidently at the officials. "Moreover, Mr. Coroner, I shall not hesitate to disclose the nature of our alibis. The police may investigate them and we shall lend all the assistance in our power." "Of course, there can be no better defense than an alibi," commented the coroner. "Here are the facts," Luckstone proceeded eagerly. "On the day of the crime, Mr.
But on whom would Britz fasten the crime? "Now let us take up Beard," proceeded the detective as if narrating a commonplace happening in the routine of police duty. "He is named in Whitmore's will as one of the executors of the estate. But so is Luckstone! Surely that is no motive for murder. My men have investigated Beard's life. There's nothing in it to discredit him in the least.
He's in the Federal prison at Atlanta now. And, by George! that picture resembles him slightly. Only Travis was the ordinary, shabby specimen we invariably get here." "Who defended Travis?" inquired the detective. "Tom Luckstone was his lawyer. But no defense was offered. The prisoner simply pleaded guilty." "Thanks!" Britz returned the photograph to his pocket and started for the door.
"It was very kind of you, Mr. Luckstone, to telephone," she murmured gratefully. "Telephone!" he ejaculated. "I don't understand." "Didn't you have one of your men 'phone me? He told me of the will that I had inherited Mr. Whitmore's estate." Luckstone turned his searching eyes on her. "Mr. Whitmore's will was drawn by one of his other attorneys," he said. "I never saw it. It was entrusted to Mr.
But I'm not going to commit anyone on such a terrible charge simply because the police request it. Nor shall I ask Mrs. Collins, Collins or Ward a single question, for anything they say may be used against them. But if Mr. Luckstone cares to present any facts tending to establish the innocence of the accused, I am ready to listen and to give due consideration to anything that he might offer."
So you must be aware of the peculiar actions of all four of the suspects. The fact that they engaged Luckstone to look after their interests argues a guilty knowledge of Whitmore's death. Then, their silence, their fear of saying something that might incriminate one or all of them it is impossible to reconcile their conduct with innocence! No.
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