"Calm yourself," the lawyer cautioned him. "This detective is so befuddled he doesn't know whether he's walking on his head or his feet. He's just running around helter-skelter arresting everybody he comes in contact with, regardless of whether he has sufficient evidence or not. In fact, he hasn't any evidence—not a particle against anyone. But he hopes to browbeat somebody into incriminating himself or somebody else—it doesn't matter whom so long as the victim will help the police to make out a case that will justify an indictment by the Grand Jury. Mr. Detective-Lieutenant Britz is on a grand fishing expedition, throwing out bait—"
"You are mistaken," Britz now interrupted the lawyer. "I am not throwing out bait. I am about to draw in my lines, with the fish securely hooked."
CHAPTER XVIII
Collins and the lawyer exchanged questioning glances. What new trick was this detective about to play? The positive tone employed by Britz in announcing that he had hooked his fish, worried them. The provoking coolness of the detective aggravated them beyond measure.
"Evidently you are preparing to draw in a whole netful of fish," said Luckstone experimentally.
"I didn't cast a net," Britz informed him. "I threw out single lines. Do you wish to be present when I draw them in?"
"I shall be glad to be there," the lawyer replied.
"And if Mr. Collins will also promise to be on hand I can save him the discomforts of a Headquarters' cell," said Britz.
"Then Mr. Collins is not the fish you are after?" asked Luckstone.