He saw the two off, then walked slowly to the City Police Station. The inspector on duty nodded to him as he entered.
“We have put him in a special cell,” he said.
“Has he been well searched?”
“Yes, sir. The usual kit, and a revolver loaded in five chambers.”
“Let me see it,” said Angel.
He took the pistol under the gaslight. One chamber contained an empty shell, and the barrel was foul. That will hang him without his confession, he thought.
“He asked for a pencil and paper,” said the inspector, “but he surely does not expect bail.”
Angel shook his head.
“No, I should imagine he wants to write to me.”
A door burst open, and a bareheaded jailer rushed in.