“You did not know that I was going to be arrested that night?”
“Oh, Custer, how could you believe that of me?” exclaimed Shannon.
“I didn’t want to believe it.”
“I came into all this information—about the work of this gang—by accidentally overhearing a conversation in Hollywood, months ago. I know the names of the principals, I know Guy’s connection with them. To-day I was trying to keep Guy’s name out, too, if that were possible; but he is guilty and you are not. I cannot understand how he could come back from Los Angeles without telling them the truth and removing the suspicion from you.”
“I would not let him,” said Pennington.
“You would not let him? You would go to the penitentiary for the crime of another?”
“Not for him, but for Eva. Guy and I thrashed it all out. He wanted to give himself up—he almost demanded that I should let him; but it can’t be done. Eva must never know.”
“But, Custer, you can’t go! It wouldn’t be fair—it wouldn’t be right. I won’t let you go! I know enough to clear you, and I shall go before the grand jury on Wednesday and tell all I know.”
“No,” he said. “You must not. It would involve Guy.”
“I won’t mention Guy.”