Do you see it ?" The young man turned upon him quickly.
"Does it occur to you that every argument I advanced to furnish you with a motive for the crime might be applied with equal weight against--against Miss Kellner ?" "Doris!" flamed Mr.Wynne.

For the first time his perfect self-possession deserted him, and he came to his feet with gripping hands.

"Why--why--! What are you talking about ?" "Sit down," advised the chief quietly.
Mr.Czenki glanced at them once uneasily, then resumed his fixed stare out of the window.
"Sit down," said the chief again.
Mr.Wynne glared at him for an instant, then dropped back into his chair.

His hands were clenched desperately, and a slight flush in his clean-cut face showed the fight he was making to restrain himself.
"All the property this old man owned, including the diamonds, would become her property in the event of his death--or murder," the chief added mercilessly.

"That's true, isn't it ?" "But when she entered this room her every act testified to her innocence," Mr.Wynne burst out passionately.
The chief shrugged his shoulders.
"She has been living at a little hotel in Irving Place," the young man rushed on.