"The Inspector tells
me," he went on, "that you've refused to talk--to answer his
questions."
Dick, too, winced under the pain of this meeting with his father
in a situation so sinister. But he was, to some degree,
apathetic from over-much misery. Now, in reply to his father's
words, he only nodded a quiet assent.
"That wasn't wise under the circumstances," the father
remonstrated hurriedly. "However, now, Demarest and I are here
to protect your interests, so that you can talk freely." He went
on with a little catch of anxiety in his voice. "Now, Dick, tell
us! Who killed that man? We must know. Tell me."
Burke broke in impatiently, with his blustering fashion of
address.
"Where did you get----?"
But Demarest raised a restraining hand.
"Wait, please!" he admonished the Inspector. "You wait a bit."
He went a step toward the young man. "Give the boy a chance," he
said, and his voice was very friendly as he went on speaking.
"Dick, I don't want to frighten you, but your position is really
a dangerous one.
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