"Take him to the Tombs, of course," spoke up one of the officers. "What else is there to do?"
"No, I won't go back there! I refuse ..." cried Wilkinson, struggling.
Morehead laid a detaining hand upon the officer's arm.
"Wait a minute, officer," he said. "We'll file a notice of appeal inside of ten minutes. We're having it prepared now. We'll give bail—renew the bond...."
Murgatroyd stepped forward and said, clipping his words off as he spoke:
"I shall oppose this man's release on bail pending an appeal, unless his present bail is increased to double the amount."
"A million dollars! What are you talking about!" exclaimed Morehead.
"I'm talking about the new rule," returned the District Attorney; "and you know just as much about it as I do." And then smiling significantly he added: "I think Judge Gilchrist will do pretty much as I say. Maybe he'll ask for more because of your client's outburst when sentenced. If you want to see the Judge, come along with me."
"And in the meantime, Chief, shall we lock him up?" queried an officer.
"Wait a bit," put in Leech, courteously glancing at Leslie. "Suppose Mr. Wilkinson stays in my room until"—he looked at the Colonel now—"you can give bail this afternoon, can't you?"