CHAPTER XVIII.
THE THIRD FLIGHT The storm broke.
"You are a scoundrel, sir!" thundered the Judge.
"I fear, sir, you are right," respectfully assented Mr.Pyecroft.
"And what's more, you've made me lie to the police!" "Not exactly, sir," Mr.Pyecroft corrected mildly.

"I was careful about that.

I did not ask you to deny that I was Thomas Preston.

I merely asked you if I was the man you wished arrested.

You answered that you did not want me arrested; under the circumstances I am certain you spoke the truth.