“Well, we’ll see.”
Murray gave a signal and Alfred Burlein entered the room. If a ghost had stalked in the effect could not have been more striking. Fellman and his lawyer both looked like ghosts.
Murray again addressed Fellman’s lawyer.
“You are his counsel?”
“Well, he called me in, but I did not understand.”
“Oh, I see, you are prepared to desert a sinking ship. That’s all right, you can clear decks first, though. And now here is a proposition: Fellman is to confess, make restitution and leave the country with his brother in forty-eight hours or take the consequences of several of the most daring crimes. What will he do?”
The lawyer looked at his client and the latter asked:
“Am I to be permitted to go?”
“Yes, simply because I believe it better to have scoundrels like you and yours out of the country—better than to have you in jail, for you might come forth and commit greater crimes.”
“We accept your offer,” said the lawyer, after a few moments’ conference with his trembling client.