I'll protect your interests." His words threw the turning weight into the scale of argument and she indicated her subjection to the lawyer's will.
"Very well," snapped Britz.

"Greig, go and fetch a cab.

We'll proceed to Headquarters." As the woman had acknowledged Luckstone as her attorney, Britz could not deny him the right to accompany her to the Central Office.

All the way to the Mulberry street building the lawyer encouraged her silence, imposed it on her as the one safe course to pursue.
"No matter what they say or do, no matter what methods they apply, don't unseal your lips," was his parting advice.
She offered no protest when arraigned before the desk lieutenant, and, with impassive countenance, heard the charge of being an accessory to the murder of Herbert Whitmore.

But, as a matron led her toward the cells, she began to weep softly and successive tremors shook her frame.
Word of Mrs.Collins's arrest spread through the big police building and in few minutes Britz was besieged by importuning reporters.