"There are a great many strange things about the whole affair. For instance, why was Judge Driver wearing your clothes when the bodies were found? If, as you say, you saw the whole thing, why did you not prevent the murder? How do we know that you did not kill both Tom Walton and the judge and then lay the blame on this stranger?"
"You don't know," admitted Billy. "That's the worst of it. But you will know. Yeah, you will know."
"I intend to look into your side of the case very closely, Wingo," declared the district attorney. "It may be that everything has not yet been told."
"There is more in this than meets the eye," nodded Billy. "Considerable more."
"If you persist in holding this man for a hearing," said Rale impressively, "it may—will, I should say—involve you. I'd hate to see you get into trouble."
"I'll bet you would," Billy concurred warmly. "You'd hate it like you do your left eye. But I'm gonna gamble with you. I'll hold the man till the judge decides what to do."
"In that case, I'll send for Judge Clasp at once."
"Why Judge Clasp? Why bother that old gent?"
"Because Driver's dead," the district attorney explained impatiently. "We have to have a judge to hold the hearing."
"Oh, I know all about that. I've sent for one."