You have got to appear anxious to find and punish the man who murdered your father.

You have got to gain public sympathy, and before you go on the stand you owe it to yourself and me to leave nothing unexplained between us." He raised his eyes miserably to mine.
"Must I go on ?" he asked.

"Can't I refuse to testify--I don't see that they can punish me for contempt of court; I'm already in prison." "They can hang you," said I, bluntly.
He buried his face in his hands with a groan.
"Arnold," he pleaded, "don't make me face all those people.

You can see what a state my nerves are in; I haven't slept for three nights." He held out his hand to show me how it trembled.

"I can't talk--I don't know what I'm saying.