"We have threshed it all out.

You have promised--" The old man sank back into the chair and buried his face in his hands.
"If you are willing to change your testimony," young Fraser-Freer went on to me, "I shall at once confess to the police that it was I who--who murdered my brother.

They suspect me.

They know that late last Thursday afternoon I purchased a revolver, for which, they believe, at the last moment I substituted the knife.

They know that I was in debt to him; that we had quarreled about money matters; that by his death I, and I alone, could profit." He broke off suddenly and came toward me, holding out his arms with a pleading gesture I can never forget.
"Do this for me!" he cried.