“You will have full opportunity of proving that, and of disproving the documentary evidence which is in the hands of the Director of Public Prosecutions.”
“Public Prosecutions! Mine will be in camera,” laughed Jack grimly. “I suppose I shall be tried by a kind of military inquisition. I hope they won’t wear black robes, with slits for the eyes, as they did in the old days in Spain!” he laughed.
“I fail to see much humour in your present position, Mr Sainsbury,” replied Tennant rather frigidly.
“I see a lot—even though I’m annoyed that your men should have called at Fitzjohn’s Avenue, instead of going to my place in Heath Street. If you know so much about me, you surely knew my address.”
“The warrant was issued for immediate arrest, sir,” exclaimed one of the detectives to his superior. “Therefore we went to Fitzjohn’s Avenue.”
“I suppose I shall have an opportunity of knowing the name of my enemy—of the person who laid this false information against me—and also that I can see my counsel?”
“The latter will certainly be allowed to-morrow.”
“May I write to Miss Shearman—my fiancée?”
“No. But if you wish to give her any message—say by telephone—I will see that it is sent to her, if you care to write it down.”
A pencil was handed to him, whereupon he bent and scribbled a couple of lines.