"I am a wealthy man."
"I know it."
He went back to his seat. "For God's sake, put down those guns and tell me what you want."
"I want to know where you left Miss Goodrich."
"What if I refuse to tell?"
Dick laid a pair of handcuffs upon the table.
A cunning gleam crept into Whitley's eyes. "You'll put them on yourself at the same time. The evidence is just as strong against you."
"If it were not, I would have turned you over to the law long ago."
"But you fool, they'll hang you."
"That won't save you, and you'll answer to God for another murder."