Part 17 (1/2)
”You refuse.”
”Yes, I do.”
”Take time to consider. You may have to pay a heavy price for your refusal.”
”If necessary, I will pay it.”
”And you won't tell me where you were?”
”No, I won't.”
Calton was beginning to feel annoyed.
”You're very foolish,” he said, ”sacrificing your life to some feeling of false modesty. You must prove an ALIBI.”
No answer.
”At what hour did you get home?”
”About two o'clock in the morning.”
”Did you walk home?”
”Yes--through the Fitzroy Gardens.”
”Did you see anyone on your way home?”
”I don't know. I wasn't paying attention.”
”Did anyone see you?”
”Not that I know of.”
”Then you refuse to tell me where you were between one and two o'clock on Friday morning?”
”Absolutely!”
Calton thought for a moment, to consider his next move.
”Did you know that Whyte carried valuable papers about with him?”
Fitzgerald hesitated, and turned pale.
”No! I did not know,” he said, reluctantly.
The lawyer made a master stroke.
”Then why did you take them from him?”