when I arrested him I didn't look it over either. The arrest at the time seemed enough. But he didn't act like a man caught with the goods. Your father says he's clever. Maybe he is, but I wonder if he is to that extent. It's been the trouble all along. It's too clear a case. I talked to his lawyers this afternoon. He's refused to put in any defence."
"Isn't that proof, Jim, that he knows he hasn't a chance?"
He fumbled, almost unconsciously, with the button-hole in the lapel of his coat.
"It might mean," he answered, "that he was protecting somebody else, and that makes one wonder if there mightn't be something in the house—letters, perhaps, in that bedroom I've never had a chance to explore—something he would like to have destroyed."
"Trust your instinct, Jim."
He arose smiling.
"That's what I've arranged to do."
"Then you're going out there to-night?"
"Yes."
He hesitated, but the temptation was too strong.
"How would you like a taxi-ride to Elmford?"
"Jim, you talk like a millionaire."
"If anything comes of it," he said, "the city will pay. If nothing does I'll look an awful fool, so I'd rather you didn't ask any questions now. But if you want to come—I know you're game."
She laughed and got her hat and coat.
