He found the detective as imperturbable as though he were but a disinterested spectator in this exciting drama.
"So you had it in mind to make another prisoner ?" the lawyer said sneeringly.

"You've got Mr.Beard in the Tombs and you have Mrs.Collins at Headquarters--" "What--he arrested my wife ?" Collins asked excitedly.

"Is she accused of murder ?" "Calm yourself," the lawyer cautioned him.

"This detective is so befuddled he doesn't know whether he's walking on his head or his feet.
He's just running around helter-skelter arresting everybody he comes in contact with, regardless of whether he has sufficient evidence or not.
In fact, he hasn't any evidence--not a particle against anyone.

But he hopes to browbeat somebody into incriminating himself or somebody else--it doesn't matter whom so long as the victim will help the police to make out a case that will justify an indictment by the Grand Jury.
Mr.Detective-Lieutenant Britz is on a grand fishing expedition, throwing out bait--" "You are mistaken," Britz now interrupted the lawyer.