Into what depths of remorse, who could say?
Certainly not this old detective, seasoned though he was by lifelong contact with criminals, some of them of the same social standing and cultured aspect as this young man.
At the station in Brooklyn he rejoined his prisoner, who scarcely looked up as he approached.

In another hour they were at Police Headquarters and the serious questioning of Mr.Adams had begun.
He did not attempt to shirk it.

Indeed, he seemed anxious to talk.

He had a burden on his mind, and longed to throw it off.

But the burden was not of the exact nature anticipated by the police.