“Tempest, try and get me bail?”
“Hopeless, old man. It’s a charge of murder.”
The inspector formally gave his prisoner the usual warning; and Tempest asked, “Where are you going to charge him?”
“Bow Street, sir.”
“When?”
“Now, at once.”
“Then I’ll come along with you.”
The clerk of a friend of Tempest’s passed at the moment, and the barrister stopped him. “Just go into my chambers, and tell my clerk to come along to me at Bow Street at once, will you?”
The three men got into a four-wheeler, and were rapidly driven to the police station. A few minutes of brief formality and Arthur Baxter was charged before the magistrate and remanded. Evidence of arrest and of the finding of the revolver was given.
Tempest knew that, as the necessity for further investigations had been alleged, it was purposeless to try to break up the case at that stage, and he merely contented himself with reserving his cross-examination of the witness.