nest man would naturally under such
circumstances?"

The arraignment was severely logical. Dick showed his appreciation of
the justice of it in the whitening of his face, nor did he try to answer
the charges thus hurled at him.

The father, too, appreciated the gravity of the situation. His face was
working, as if toward tears.

"We're trying to save you," he pleaded, tremulously.

Burke persisted in his vehement system of attack. Now, he again brought
out the weapon that had done Eddie Griggs to death.

"Where'd you get this gun?" he shouted.

Dick held his tranquil pose.

"I won't talk any more," he answered, simply. "I must see my wife
first." His voice became more aggressive. "I want to know what you've
done to her."

Burke seized on this opening.

"Did she kill Griggs?" he questioned, roughly.

For once, Dick was startled out of his calm.

"No, no!" he cried, desperately.

Burke followed up his advantage.

"Then, who did?" he demanded, sharply. "Who did?"

Now, however, the young man had regained his self-control. He answered
very quietly, but with an air of finality.

"I won't say any more until I've talked with a lawyer whom I can trust."
He shot a vindictive glance toward Demarest.

The father intervened with a piteous eagerness.

"Dick, if you know who killed this man, you must speak to protect
yourself."

Burke's voice came viciously.

"The gun was found on you. Don't forget that."

"You don't seem to realize the position you're in," the father insisted,
despairingly. "Think of me, Dick, my boy. If you won't speak for your
own sake, do it for mine."

The face of the young man softened as he met his father's beseeching
eyes.

"I'm sorry, Dad," he said, very gently. "But I--well, I can't!"

Again, Burke interposed. His busy brain was working out a new scheme for
solving this irritating problem.

"I'm going to give him a little more time to think things over,"
he said, curtly. He went back to his chair. "Perhaps he'll get to
understand the importance of what we've been saying pretty soon." He
scowled at Dick. "Now, young man," he went on briskly, "you want to do
a lot of quick thinking, and a lot of honest thinking, and, when you're
ready to tell the truth, let me know."

He pressed the button on his desk, and, as the doorman appeared,
addressed that functionary.

"Dan, have one of the men take him back. You wait outside."

Dick, however, did not move. His voice came with a no