At the same time he placed a seat for her next to Mrs.Collins.An expression of pity overspread the girl's face as she beheld the lines of suffering in the other woman's countenance, and, as she dropped into a chair provided for her, her hand stole into Mrs.Collins's palm.
"Why--what does this mean ?" she asked timorously, lifting her eyes to meet Britz's glance.
"Simply that you have been invited here as a witness," the detective replied.

"Mr.Beard is going to clear the mystery surrounding Mr.
Whitmore's death.

He's going to tell us who killed his employer." "Not a word!" cautioned Luckstone.
"Beard, I'll make your position clear to you!" said Britz dryly.

"I'll let you know precisely where you stand.

You're keeping silent in a mistaken effort to shield Mrs.Collins from scandal.