“How’s a man going to administer justice under such conditions!” muttered the judge, pensively.
El Garro gazed ironically at the magistrate.
At this moment the telephone bell rang; the ringing continued for an appreciable while.
“With your permission?” asked a clerk.
“What is it?”
“A message from the minister, asking whether the case has been disposed of according to his desires.”
“Yes, tell him yes,” grumbled the judge, ill-humouredly. Then he turned to the agent. “This youngster we’ve arrested,—isn’t he in any way involved in the crime?”
“Absolutely none,” answered El Garro.
“Is he the dead man’s cousin?”