"Guilty of what ?" Chief Arkwright, without speaking, waved his hand toward the body on the floor.

There was a flash of amazement in the young man's face, a sudden bewilderment; the diamond expert's countenance was expressionless.
"You don't deny that you killed him ?" persisted the chief accusingly.
"I have nothing to say," said the expert again.
"And you don't deny that you were Red Haney's accomplice ?" "I have nothing to say," was the monotonous answer.
The chief shrugged his shoulders impatiently.

Some illuminating thought shone for an instant in Mr.Wynne's clear eyes and he nodded as if a question in his mind had been answered.
"Perhaps, Chief, there may be some mistake ?" he protested half-heartedly.
"Perhaps this gentleman--what motive would--" "There's motive enough," interrupted the chief briskly.

"We have this man's description straight from his accomplice, Red Haney, even to the scar on his face--" He paused abruptly, and regarded Mr.Wynne through half-closed lids.

"By the way," he continued deliberately, "who are _you ?_ What do _you_ know about it ?" "My name is Wynne--E.