"What for?" he asked huskily.
"The murder of Simon Rattar."
The lawyer took it as one who had seen the sword descending, but not so Ned Cromarty.
"Of Simon Rattar!" he shouted. "What the—then who the devil is this?"
Carrington answered. He spoke with his usual easy smile, but his triumphant eye betrayed his heart.
"The superintendent has omitted part of the usual formalities," he said. "This person should have been introduced as Mr. George Rattar."
"George!" gasped Ned. "But I thought he was dead!"
"So did I," said Carrington, "but he wasn't."
"What proof have you of this story?" demanded the man in the chair suddenly.