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Momentarily they expected to hear him acknowledge that he had erred in his accusations and to see him abandon his efforts to fix the crime on Mrs. Collins, Collins, Ward and Beard. But with each new setback Britz became all the more determined. And now he favored Luckstone with an exultant gleam that carried no hope of compromise. "You realize the significance of the identification, don't you?"
Facing the desk, at a distance of a dozen feet, sat Mrs. Collins, Ward, Beard and Collins, with Luckstone occupying a chair in the middle. The sincerity of tone in which the coroner expressed his willingness to consider the evidence of both sides, encouraged the lawyer to proceed. "Mr.
Luckstone didn't have to tell me that." "Well, what's the use of trying to give you a chance?" Britz fired at him. "I've got enough evidence now to convict you. I guess I'll just proceed to lock you up and let Luckstone try to get you out." Ever since Whitmore's death Collins had been steeling himself for precisely this situation.
Beard shot a look of appeal at Luckstone, but the lawyer remained unmoved. "You're making a rash promise, officer!" Luckstone scoffed. "Beard!" Again Britz addressed himself to the frightened secretary. "You've committed a grave crime. You brought about the escape of a Federal prisoner a man convicted of a serious offense.
Britz inquired with exasperating coolness. "I don't see what it has to do with the murder," Luckstone retorted. "My clients never saw Mr. Whitmore after they left him at the opera house." "Then you mean to intimate that if he was shot that night, the shooting was done by an outsider?" "That is the only reasonable inference." "It is a most unreasonable inference," said Britz. "Why?"
"Oh, so you've engaged a lawyer!" sneered Britz, as if he interpreted the hiring of an attorney as additional proof of guilt. "Who is he?" "Mr. Thomas Luckstone." Collins could see no harm in revealing that one of the shrewdest lawyers in the city was looking after his interests. "And he has advised you to remain silent?" "I've been around this town long enough to learn the value of silence.
Whitmore's homecoming I had sent the servant away. We had deemed it best that no one, except Mrs. Collins and Ward, should see him when he arrived. It was at Mr. Whitmore's request that I spent the night at Mr. Ward's house and the following morning Mr. Luckstone telephoned instructions to us. "The fact that Mr.
A cold silence fell on them, as if they had been suddenly chilled by the frigid attitude of the detective. "Coroner, the alibis which Mr. Luckstone presented are worthless," the detective said in a subdued voice that nevertheless penetrated his hearers like an icy wind. "You mean they are manufactured?" blurted the coroner. "No they are true. But they have no bearing on the murder." "What!"
The very fact of their being compelled to supply themselves with alibis proves their guilty knowledge of the crime." Luckstone was too experienced an attorney not to be prepared to meet any new turn which the case might take.
"Who's going to pay them?" sneered Collins. "Your wife." A loud peal of ironic laughter burst from Collins's lips. But Luckstone silenced the sarcastic merriment with the remark, "She has inherited Mr. Whitmore's estate and announced her determination to repay every dollar of her brother's obligations. This police officer," he pointed a contemptuous finger toward Britz "will confirm what I say."
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