“Mr. D’Estrange,” he hears a voice saying, “I arrest you in the name of the law.”
“On what charge?” he inquires in a quick, startled voice.
“On the charge, sir, of murdering Lord Westray,” is the reply.
In a moment his quick brain has taken in the situation, and he knows that resistance is useless.
“Very well,” he answers quietly, “I will go with you. Evie,” he adds, in a calm, composed voice “please go at once to my poor mother.”
CHAPTER III.
“Say, prisoner at the bar, are you or are you not guilty of the murder of Lord Westray?”
“Not guilty.”
The answer comes in a clear and distinct voice, a voice in which there is neither faltering nor evasion. It is a voice singularly rich and melodious, a voice which one would think could not readily lie.