"I now charge you formally with taking part in the murder of Mr.Hunter.

If you have anything to say, say it, and it will be written at once, and signed by you, if you choose." He waited a moment, and then turned aside.
"Put him in the cells," he said.

"I shall not trouble farther about him now." "One moment, monsieur," exclaimed Lamotte, evidently believing that he was seriously jeopardizing his life by not taking the advice given so openly.

"I admit that you are well informed, but I must add that I was ignorant of the murder till nearly half an hour after it had occurred." "Pooh, that's no use.

Make a full statement, or take the consequences." Steingall's tone was so offhanded that Lamotte was afraid he had lost a good opportunity of saving his neck.
"But what is there to tell ?" he cried.
"Just what happened outside the Central Hotel and afterwards." "I brought Mr.Hunter there, and nodded to Martiny and Rossi, who were waiting on the sidewalk, to show that he was inside the car.