“Sinclair! A skilled officer! He knew the country. Every foot. You’d told him. He was satisfied. Yet you must see he located it—right?”
“Yes.”
“You insist to the jury, to the Court, that was your reason?”
The sneer, the incredulity in the man’s voice were furiously provocative.
There was a metallic crash as a fist descended on the rail of the prisoner’s dock. And a sound like the snarl of a wild beast drew every eye to the prisoner.
“Don’t answer, kid! Say!”
The Wolf’s eyes were ablaze, and he stood with a warning hand outflung. He was erect now. Dire urgency had broken down the barrier of silence he had set up.
Danson completely ignored the interruption. It might never have occurred.
“Answer me!” he roared at the girl in the box. “You followed Sinclair. Why?”
“I told you.”