He sank peacefully, quietly—completely.
hen the telephone rang, Bennett knew it was the district attorney returning his call, and that the die was cast. Until this ugly business was brought to a conclusion, his life would be in constant danger.
"Leroy Bennett speaking," he said. "I have had collected some information that I think will be of very great interest to your office."
"Information about what?" the voice at the other end asked briskly.
"I have proof that John Tournay is responsible for the death of two men, in an action involving criminal collusion."
"If what you say is true, I will be glad to see your evidence," the district attorney said. "Could you deliver it in person? There may be some questions I would like to ask you about it."
"Certainly," Bennett replied. "When would be the most convenient time?"
"Later in the day. I have a case going on. How would four-thirty this afternoon suit you?"