The detective determined to ascertain who had advised Collins, who had outlined rules for his safe conduct through the tortuous channels into which he had plunged when he announced his intention of killing Whitmore.
"Do you wish to advise with anyone before answering my questions ?" asked Britz.
"I won't talk--I won't do anything without the consent of my lawyer." "Oh, so you've engaged a lawyer!" sneered Britz, as if he interpreted the hiring of an attorney as additional proof of guilt.

"Who is he ?" "Mr.Thomas Luckstone." Collins could see no harm in revealing that one of the shrewdest lawyers in the city was looking after his interests.
"And he has advised you to remain silent ?" "I've been around this town long enough to learn the value of silence.
Luckstone didn't have to tell me that." "Well, what's the use of trying to give you a chance ?" Britz fired at him.

"I've got enough evidence now to convict you.

I guess I'll just proceed to lock you up and let Luckstone try to get you out." Ever since Whitmore's death Collins had been steeling himself for precisely this situation.

He was sufficiently experienced in the ways of the world to know that the police investigation must eventually lead to him.