"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.
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