Mr. Lydecker demurred at once. “I must take this up with you personally, Mr. Jarge. I am willing to pay extra for the favor. But it must be arranged before to-morrow.”
“I don’t see just how——” Jarge began, only to be interrupted by:
“Let me see you for five minutes. I can explain my case and you can judge for yourself. You can surely grant me that much time, Mr. Jarge.”
The detective hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Very well, Mr. Lydecker,” he answered reluctantly. “I can allow you five minutes. I will be in the office at eleven o’clock sharp.”
“Thank you very much, Mr. Jarge. I shall be there on the hour. If you only knew how——”
But the detective had already hung up his receiver. So the perturbed Mr. Lydecker was forced to do the same.
Promptly at eleven o’clock Mr. Lydecker stepped nervously out of the elevator on the sixth floor of the business block, and, walking to the far end of the hall, entered the office of Mr. Amos Jarge, private detective.
TO BE CONTINUED.
CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE.
The jury had retired for consultation prior to bringing in a verdict of “Guilty,” which was expected of them. Retiring at all seemed little more than a farce, for from the beginning to the end of the case the evidence had gone so steadily against the defendant that by the time the last witness had been called there was no manner of doubt in the public mind that Robert Sullivan had deliberately and in cold blood murdered Jack Wilder, and it needed not the vigorous speech of the prosecuting attorney to convince any one to that effect.