Judge Brewster grew red in the face. Wrathfully he said:
"She is coming to my house of her own free will. She has trusted to my honor——"
"Yes—yes!" cried Annie. "She trusts to your honor, judge."
Captain Clinton grinned.
"Honor cuts mighty little ice in this matter. There's no use talking. I shall place her under arrest."
"I will not permit such a disgraceful proceeding!" cried the lawyer.
"With all due respect, judge," retorted the policeman impudently, "you won't be consulted. You have declared yourself counsel for the man who has been indicted for murder—I didn't ask you to take me into your confidence—you invited me here, treated me to a lecture on psychology, for which I thank you very much, but I don't feel that I need any further instruction. If this woman ever does get here, the moment she leaves the house Maloney has instructions to arrest her, but I guess we needn't worry. She has probably forgotten her appointment. Some people are very careless in that respect." Moving toward the door, he added: "Well, if it's all the same to you, I'll wait downstairs. Good night."
He went out, his hat impudently tilted back on his head, a sneer on his lips. The banker turned to the judge.
"I told you how it would be," he said scornfully. "A flash in the pan!"
The lawyer looked askance at Annie.