"Come back here, and sit down in that chair!" The colour ebbed slowly from Clayton's face.

He hesitated--then sullenly retraced his steps; hesitated again as he reached the chair, and finally sat down.
"What--what d'ye mean by this ?" he stammered, trying to bluster.
"Just this," said Jimmie Dale.

"That I accuse you of the murder of Jake Metzer--IT WAS YOU WHO MURDERED METZER." "Good God!" burst suddenly from Carruthers.
"You lie!" yelled Clayton--and again he surged up from his chair.
"That is what Stace Morse said," said Jimmie Dale coolly.

"Sit down!" Then Clayton tried to laugh.

"You're--you're having a joke, ain't you?
It was Stace--I can prove it.