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That official was listening intently, fully cognizant of the weighty import of the attorney's statement. "Is it necessary to supply an alibi for Mr. Beard?" Luckstone inquired, as if under the impression that the secretary had been eliminated from the case. "If he has one you may as well outline it," the coroner replied. The lawyer complied without further urging. "Mr.
The rapid succession of misfortunes which had been visited on her had made her wary of anything that savored of a more favorable providence. So she received the confirmation of her inheritance with a self-pitying stare, as if it must, of necessity, hide some new form of anguish. "Don't you realize what it means?" Luckstone tried to encourage her. "It means that the bank is saved.
Luckstone drew up the deed of trust. He may not have committed a criminal offense, but certainly the Bar Association will be interested sufficiently to inquire into his conduct. Now Beard, I'm not working for the Federal government! But I have aided the Washington authorities in many cases and they'll grant any reasonable request which I may make.
Hastings," he addressed the detective "if this man tries to elude you, arrest him and bring him to Headquarters." Britz left the apartment, an exultant gleam in his eye. The long interview with Collins, even the intervention of Luckstone, had brought him closer to the final unraveling of the absorbing mystery that had developed so many amazing complications.
Britz motioned the others not to leave their chairs, hoping that whoever was seeking admittance would conclude that the apartment was unoccupied and leave. But the banging continued until finally the detective was moved to open the door. A man burst into the room, brushing past Britz and precipitating his figure into the sitting room. "Luckstone!" exclaimed Collins, bounding out of his chair.
But a sharp exclamation of protest escaped from Beard's lips when Greig opened the door and deferentially showed a young woman into the room. "Miss Burden who brought you here?" demanded Luckstone, bolting out of his chair. "A detective came for me," she answered in a low voice.
"Evidently you are preparing to draw in a whole netful of fish," said Luckstone experimentally. "I didn't cast a net," Britz informed him. "I threw out single lines. Do you wish to be present when I draw them in?" "I shall be glad to be there," the lawyer replied. "And if Mr. Collins will also promise to be on hand I can save him the discomforts of a Headquarters' cell," said Britz. "Then Mr.
"I don't know myself," he said truthfully. "Britz seems to think something's going to happen." It was ten o'clock precisely when Britz, Manning, Greig and the coroner passed from the chief's office into the room in which the suspects in the Whitmore mystery were gathered. They found Luckstone in command of the situation. "What does this mean?" he demanded, advancing toward Britz's desk.
It was almost ludicrous to behold the utter demoralization into which Luckstone's clients were thrown. Britz had brought them out of their coverts and forced them into the open and instantly they started fighting among themselves. Luckstone made one ineffectual effort to re-unite them in solid rank against the attacking police enemy, then he also surrendered. "Let Beard talk!" he exclaimed.
To the coroner it looked as if all four of those before him had absolved themselves from participation in the crime. In fact it would require only the formal testimony of the witnesses named by Luckstone to insure their acquittal. "You say that Mr. Whitmore returned from a business trip?" asked Britz. "Yes," answered Luckstone. "That is untrue." The detective's jaw snapped viciously.
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