Part 24 (1/2)
”Don't let him fool you,” he cautioned. ”He's trying to entrap you.
These detectives have only one object--to convict somebody. The glory of conviction is all they're after. They have no regard for the requirements of truth and justice. He's determined to arrest you and nothing you can say will alter that determination. So keep silent and reserve your defense for the court, where you are a.s.sured of an impartial hearing. I'll protect your interests.”
His words threw the turning weight into the scale of argument and she indicated her subjection to the lawyer's will.
”Very well,” snapped Britz. ”Greig, go and fetch a cab. We'll proceed to Headquarters.”
As the woman had acknowledged Luckstone as her attorney, Britz could not deny him the right to accompany her to the Central Office. All the way to the Mulberry street building the lawyer encouraged her silence, imposed it on her as the one safe course to pursue.
”No matter what they say or do, no matter what methods they apply, don't unseal your lips,” was his parting advice.
She offered no protest when arraigned before the desk lieutenant, and, with impa.s.sive countenance, heard the charge of being an accessory to the murder of Herbert Whitmore. But, as a matron led her toward the cells, she began to weep softly and successive tremors shook her frame.
Word of Mrs. Collins's arrest spread through the big police building and in few minutes Britz was besieged by importuning reporters. He waved them aside and entered his private office where he was joined by Manning and Greig.
”Well, Britz, you've certainly given the newspapers a sensation,”
observed the chief. ”But it's going to be d.a.m.ned hard to convict a woman!”
”I've taken a desperate step,” rejoined Britz.
”Why--what do you mean?”
”Chief, I outlined my plan to you before leaving for Atlanta,” the detective reminded him. ”Let me explain that this crime was not committed by an outsider. It was the work of one of a small group of persons. I told you that I would find the man or woman in the group who did NOT commit the murder and that I would arrest him or her.”
”Then you believe she is innocent?” interjected Greig.
”I'm sure of it.”
”But man alive, look what you've done!” cried Manning. ”Think of the torture to which you're putting her! Why, it's unheard of! It's inhuman.”
”No, it was the most merciful thing I could have done,” answered Britz.
”From your point of view--perhaps!” The chief frowned. ”But it's the most distorted view of mercy I ever heard of. I'm an old-timer at the police business, but I wouldn't have had the courage or the heart to do it.”
”Don't imagine that I didn't feel badly,” said Britz. ”She may not be aware of it now, but it was the kindliest thing I could have done. Why, to-morrow morning the papers will be full of the latest phase of the case. Everybody will know that she is Whitmore's residuary legatee. This woman, entirely unrelated to him, whose husband had threatened to kill Whitmore, inherits the merchant's fortune. Her brother's business has been wrecked; wrecked so completely that he abandoned it--hadn't the courage to face his creditors. She and Ward were in desperate need of funds. She obtained them through Whitmore's death. On the day before he was killed she returned to the husband whom she had discarded for the merchant. What inference do you think the public is going to draw? Why, that she was Whitmore's mistress and that she and her worthless husband were in a conspiracy to obtain the money.
”And now what's going to happen?” the detective continued. ”Why, public sympathy will be extended to her in full measure. Permit suspicion to fall on a woman without arresting her, and the public is ready to believe every scandal concerning her which the putrid imagination of every bar-room hanger-on can invent. Once you arrest her, the public in its eagerness to d.a.m.n the police will repudiate every bit of unfavorable evidence we may offer against her. Well, we can stand public reprobation; she can't.”
The chief looked unconvinced.
”That's all right as far as it goes,” he said. ”But you appear to have forgotten Ward. Remember, he is a fugitive. He had the same motive as his sister for killing Whitmore. He also profits by Whitmore's death.”
”The only way he profits is through his sister,” returned Britz. ”And, to a.s.sign a motive to him for killing Whitmore, we must a.s.sume that he knew of the will. Had he known of the inheritance, do you think he would have skipped? No, he'd have hung on until the will was found and offered for probate! Moreover, he would have informed his most pressing creditors of his sister's inheritance and of her willingness to rescue the banking house. The creditors would never have begun expensive bankruptcy proceedings.”
”But if he didn't know of the inheritance, is it likely that his sister knew?” interjected the chief.
”She didn't know,” said Britz in positive tone. ”However, we'll soon make sure whether she did or not. I shall call up the lawyer who drew the will.”
Britz found the lawyer's telephone number and soon was connected with his office.