"I was at the station—I went to meet a friend."
"What friend was it?"
Don Lane flushed red. "What difference is it? Oh, if I must answer, it was Miss Anne Oglesby, of Columbus. I went down to the train to meet her."
Sheriff Cowles nodded. "That's true," said he. "I took her up to Judge Henderson's office myself."
"What relations have you with this young lady?" asked Blackman.
"That's not the business of anyone," said Don Lane hotly.
"Do you want counsel to protect you now?"
"No, why should I? I am perfectly willing to tell all I know about the case, and that's all I can do. There's no lawyer I'd send for anyhow."
"Where were you last night at about midnight?"
"I was at the library meeting with my mother."