Thus far Britz, Luckstone and Coroner Hart had occupied the center of
the stage. To them had fallen all the speaking parts. The others had
played silent roles, but now one of them was suddenly called to
participate actively in the drama. He failed to respond.
Beard, far from embracing the opportunity to enlighten the coroner,
clung all the more desperately to silence. And in this attitude he was
encouraged by a nod from Luckstone.
"Beard, you have nothing to hide," urged Britz. "Why don't you talk? Are
you going to aid the murderer of your employer to escape punishment?"
But Beard was not to be enticed into speech. Britz might as well have
appealed to a lay figure for all the response he received.
The detective whispered to Greig, who hastened out of the room. Not a
word was uttered while he was gone. But a sharp exclamation of protest
escaped from Beard's lips when Greig opened the door and deferentially
showed a young woman into the room.
"Miss Burden--who brought you here?" demanded Luckstone, bolting out of
his chair.
"A detective came for me," she answered in a low voice.
Evidently the summons to appear at Police Headquarters had puzzled her,
for she looked in a bewildered way from one to the other of the groups
in the room. With a woman's sure instinct, however, she read that
something was transpiring which threatened ill to the man who had won
her affections, and she walked over to him with hand extended.
"Here is a chair for you," said Britz, halting her. At the same time he
placed a seat for her next to Mrs. Collins. An expression of pity
overspread the girl's face as she beheld the lines of suffering in the
other woman's countenance, and, as she dropped into a chair provided for
her, her hand stole into Mrs. Collins's palm.
"Why--what does this mean?" she asked timorously, lifting her eyes to
meet Britz's glance.
"Simply that you have been invited here as a witness," the detective
replied. "Mr. Beard is going to clear the mystery surrounding Mr.
Whitmore's death. He's going to tell us who killed his employer."
"Not a word!" cautioned Luckstone.
"Beard, I'll make your position clear to you!" said Britz dryly. "I'll
let you know precisely where you stand. You're keeping silent in a
mistaken effort to shield Mrs. Collins from scandal. You're mute for the
same reason that Mr. Whitmore tried to hide the fact that he was
murdered! He thought he could keep Mrs. Collins's name out of the
newspapers. He wanted to save her from scandalous references involving
her character! But you see how futile all his efforts were! You see how
useless his self-inflicted torture was! Beard, look at this girl!" Britz
pointed dramatically toward Miss Burden. "You're engaged to her. You've
got a great deal to look forward to! But unless you get up now and tell
the truth, the whole truth, concerning Mr. Whitmore's death, I promise
you that the next ten years of your life shall be spent in the Federal
prison at Atlanta."
Beard shot a look of appeal at Luckstone, but the lawyer remained
unmoved.
"You're making a rash promise, officer!" Luckstone scoffed.
"Beard!" Again Britz addressed himself to the frightened secretary.
"You've committed a grave crime. You brought about the escape of a
Federal prisoner--a man convicted of a serious offense. You've been
identified in this very room as the person who engineered the
substitution of prisoners. The man Travis will testify against you. But
I also have corroborative evidence of his story. There was a trust fund
of a hundred thousand dollars established for him. You arranged for
that--I have it from the officers of the trust company to whom you went.
Moreover, Mr. Luckstone drew up the deed of trust. He may not have
committed a criminal offense, but certainly the Bar Association will be
interested sufficiently to inquire into his conduct. Now Beard, I'm not
working for the Federal government! But I have aided the Washington
authorities in many cases and they'll grant any reasonable request which
I may make. I feel safe in promising you immunity for arranging the
escape of Mr. Whitmore--but you've got to stand up now and tell the
truth."
"I can't!" Beard moaned. "I'm pledged!"
"Ten years in prison!" Britz baited him. "Think of Miss Burden! Instead
of a happy marriage--the prison stripes! And I promise that you'll get
the limit!"
Miss Burden was on her feet, one hand extended imploringly toward Britz.
"You don't mean he'll have to go to prison?" she faltered.
"For ten years!" Britz impressed it on her mercilessly. "Unless
they'll"--his hand swept the semi-circle in which the others were
seated--"release him from his pledge."
Miss Burden's distress had made a profound impression on everyone in the
room.
"Won't you save him?" she pleaded.
A moment's silence was broken by Mrs. Collins. She lifted herself slowly
out of her seat, and, bracing herself with one hand against the top of
the chair, stood for a tense second facing Luckstone.
"Let Mr. Beard tell!" she said.
The words had an electrical effect. Manning, Greig, Coroner Hart leaned
excitedly over the desk. Beard was already on his feet, eager to end the
distressing situation. Collins and Ward also left their chairs and
advanced toward Britz.
"I'll tell the story!" volunteered Ward.
"No you won't!" interposed Collins. "I'll give my version of it."
"Officer, I have nothing to hide! I'll tell the circumstances precisely
as they occurred," Ward repeated.
"No he won't!" protested Collins. "Let me speak! I'm willing to swear to
everything I say."
It was almost ludicrous to behold the utter demoralization into which
Luckstone's clients were thrown. Britz had brought them out of their
coverts and forced them into the open--and instantly they started
fighting among themselves.
Luckstone made one ineffectual effort to re-unite them in solid rank
against the attacking police enemy, then he also surrendered.
"Let Beard talk!" he exclaimed. "He may be able to save himself from an
awful predicament."
"Sit down, gentlemen!" Britz said, as he motioned them to their seats.
"I'll hear what Mr. Beard has to say."