“What is it?”
“I am a detective.”
“Oh, you are?”
“Yes, sir; come with me.”
“What for?”
“For murder—for the murder of young Turner.”
“So you’ve overtaken me. Well, by G—d, I suppose I’ll have to go! I did it, and there is no use to kick. Where are you taking me?”
“To meet the father of the man you murdered.”
