“I want you to come along to the police station with me,” he said suddenly.
“What for?” asked Tom in a tone of defiance.
Gillett looked him over again as if to assure himself that he had made no mistake in his first measurements.
“I’ll tell you when you get there,” was the reply.
“I had nothing to do with it,” said Tom.
It was plain to Gillett that the man was undergoing a mental strain.
“With what?” asked the detective.
“With what you want to ask me about.”
For a clever lad young Tom seemed to be making a hash of things.
“I have not said what it is,” said Gillett.