"Why don't you talk?
Are you going to aid the murderer of your employer to escape punishment ?" But Beard was not to be enticed into speech.

Britz might as well have appealed to a lay figure for all the response he received.
The detective whispered to Greig, who hastened out of the room.

Not a word was uttered while he was gone.

But a sharp exclamation of protest escaped from Beard's lips when Greig opened the door and deferentially showed a young woman into the room.
"Miss Burden--who brought you here ?" demanded Luckstone, bolting out of his chair.
"A detective came for me," she answered in a low voice.
Evidently the summons to appear at Police Headquarters had puzzled her, for she looked in a bewildered way from one to the other of the groups in the room.

With a woman's sure instinct, however, she read that something was transpiring which threatened ill to the man who had won her affections, and she walked over to him with hand extended.
"Here is a chair for you," said Britz, halting her.