“Dan, have one of the men take him back. You wait outside.”
Dick, however, did not move. His voice came with a note of determination.
“I want to know about my wife. Where is she?”
Burke disregarded the question as completely as if it had not been uttered, and went on speaking to the doorman with a suggestion in his words that was effective.
“He's not to speak to any one, you understand.” Then he condescended to give his attention to the prisoner. “You'll know all about your wife, young man, when you make up your mind to tell me the truth.”
Dick gave no heed to the Inspector's statement. His eyes were fixed on his father, and there was a great tenderness in their depths. And he spoke very softly:
“Dad, I'm sorry!”
The father's gaze met the son's, and the eyes of the two locked. There was no other word spoken. Dick turned, and followed his custodian out of the office in silence. Even after the shutting of the door behind the prisoner, the pause endured for some moments.
Then, at last, Burke spoke to the magnate.
“You see, Mr. Gilder, what we're up against. I can't let him go—yet!”