Your only chance is to speak with perfect
frankness. I pledge you my word, I'm telling the truth, Dick."
There was profound concern in the lawyer's thin face, and his
voice, trained to oratorical arts, was emotionally persuasive.
"Dick, my boy, I want you to forget that I'm the District
Attorney, and remember only that I'm an old friend of yours, and
of your father's, who is trying very hard to help you. Surely,
you can trust me. Now, Dick, tell me: Who shot Griggs?"
There came a long pause. Burke's face was avid with desire for
knowledge, with the keen expectancy of the hunter on the trail,
which was characteristic of him in his professional work. The
District Attorney himself was less vitally eager, but his
curiosity, as well as his wish to escape from an embarrassing
situation, showed openly on his alert countenance. The heavy
features of the father were twisting a little in nervous spasms,
for to him this hour was all anguish, since his only son was in
such horrible plight. Dick alone seemed almost tranquil, though
the outward calm was belied by the flickering of his eyelids and
the occasional involuntary movement of the lips.
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