“Did this burglar come into the room?”
Dick nodded an assent.
“And he attacked you?”
There came another nod of affirmation.
“And there was a struggle?”
“Yes,” Dick said, and now there was resolution in his answer.
“And you shot him?” Demarest asked, smoothly.
“Yes,” the young man said again.
“Then,” the lawyer countered on the instant, “where did you get the revolver?”
Dick started to answer without thought: