"Why?" Bobby asked. "It won't lessen the fact of his murder."
"Time," Graham said, "lessens such facts—even for the police."
Bobby glanced at him, flushing.
"You mean you've decided to stand by me after what happened last night?"
Graham smiled.
"I've thought it all over. I slept like a top last night. I heard nothing. I saw nothing."
"Ought I to want you to stand by me?" Bobby said. "Oughtn't I to make a clean breast of it? At least I must do something about Paredes."
Graham frowned.
"It's hard to believe he had any connection with your sleep-walking last night, yet it's as clear as ever that Maria and he are up to some game in which you figure."
"He shouldn't be in jail," Bobby persisted.