"I waited for Richard Hargraves with——"
"I warned you," cried Murgatroyd, stretching forth a hand.
Challoner scornfully refused to listen.
"... and when I found him—" he glanced about him defiantly and gave an imitation of a man taking aim and shooting. "There, now, you know the facts."
Murgatroyd turned to his two men.
"It's a case of wilful, deliberate, premeditated murder—murder in the first degree. Take him away!"
Shirley was on her feet in an instant.
"Oh, Mr. Challoner," she cried, springing forward, "why did you tell him?"
"Come on!" Challoner called out gruffly to the men. "Take me away!" He did not even glance at his wife, who clung to the girl, and sobbed on her breast.
The prosecutor nodded to his subordinates, and immediately they seized Challoner by the arm and started toward the door.