He kept his eye on the detective, who quietly took out his warrant.
At this instant the door shook.
"Lock it!" was the hoarse command of the accused man.

"Don't let any one pass that door, even if it is to bring the tidings of my wife's death." Mr.Gryce reached out his hand, and turned the key in the lock.

Young Adams opened the paper which he had taken from the detective's hand, and while his blood-shot eyes vainly sought to master the few lines there written, Mr.Poindexter attracted the attention of Mr.Gryce, and, fixing him with his eye, formed his lips with three soundless words: "For murder?
Him ?" The detective's bow and a very long-drawn sigh from his son-in-law answered him simultaneously.

With a curious lift of his upper lip, which showed his teeth somewhat unpleasantly for a moment, he drew back a step, and sank into his previous immobility.
"I am indebted to you," declared the young man.

"Now I know where I stand.