"Yes, but the evidence points strongly to you. I think, with a speedy trial, you could be convicted, I vow I do, Mr. Bordine. Dare you go back and risk it?"
"I am innocent—"
"True, but you seem guilty. The girl, they say, was stabbed—"
"Yes, with a small dirk."
"Exactly," with a start.
Perhaps he was wondering how the young engineer knew so much if he was guiltless.
"Can you tell me what kind of a knife it was?"
The single eye of the questioner was fixed in a keen gaze upon the face of August Bordine.
He seemed growing suspicious again.
"It was apparently a two-edged blade."