The captain burst into a hearty peal of laughter.
"Ha, ha! What"s the use of chinnin"? We"ve got him to rights. I tell you, doctor, no newspaper can say that my precinct ain"t cleaned up. My record is a hundred convictions to one acquittal. I catch "em with the goods when I go after "em!"
A faint smile hovered about the doctor"s face.
"I know your reputation," he said sarcastically.
The captain thought the doctor was flattering him, so he rubbed his hands with satisfaction, as he replied:
"That"s right. I"m after results. None of them _Psyche_ themes for mine." Striding over to the armchair where sat Howard, he laid a rough hand on his shoulder:
"Hey, Jeffries, wake up!"
Howard opened his eyes and stared stupidly about him. The captain took him by the collar of his coat.
"Come--stand up! Brace up now!" Turning to Sergeant Maloney, he added, "Take him over to the station. Write out that confession and make him sign it before breakfast. I"ll be right over."
Howard struggled to his feet and Maloney helped him arrange his collar and tie. Officer Delaney clapped his hat on his head. Dr. Bernstein turned to go.
"Good morning, captain. I"ll make out my report"
"Good morning, doctor."
Dr. Bernstein disappeared and Captain Clinton turned to look at Annie, who had been waiting patiently in the background. Her anguish on seeing Howard"s condition was unspeakable. It was only with difficulty that she restrained herself from crying out and rushing to his side. But these stern, uniformed men intimidated her. It seemed to her that Howard was on trial--a prisoner--perhaps his life was in danger. What could he have done? Of course, he was innocent, whatever the charge was. He wouldn"t harm a fly. She was sure of that. But every one looked so grave, and there was a big crowd gathered in front of the hotel when she came up.
She thought she had heard the terrible word "murder," but surely there was some mistake. Seeing Captain Clinton turn in her direction, she darted eagerly forward.
"May I speak to him, sir? He is my husband."
"Not just now," replied the captain, not unkindly. "It"s against the rules. Wait till we get him to the Tombs. You can see him all you want there."
Annie"s heart sank. Could she have heard aright?
"The Tombs!" she faltered. "Is the charge so serious?"
"Murder--that"s all!" replied the captain laconically.
Annie nearly swooned. Had she not caught the back of a chair she would have fallen.
The captain turned to Maloney and, in a low tone, said:
"Quick! Get him over to the station. We don"t want any family scenes here."
Manacled to Officer Delaney and escorted on the other side by Maloney, Howard made his way toward the door. Just as he reached it he caught sight of his wife who, with tears streaming down her cheeks, was watching him as if in a dream. To her it seemed like some hideous nightmare from which both would soon awaken. Howard recognized her, yet seemed too dazed to wonder how she came there. He simply blurted out as he pa.s.sed:
"Something"s happened, Annie, dear. I--Underwood--I don"t quite know----"
The policemen pushed him through the door, which closed behind him.
CHAPTER XI.
Unable to control herself any longer, Annie broke down completely and burst into tears. When the door opened and she saw her husband led away, pale and trembling, between those two burly policemen, it was as if all she cared for on earth had gone out of her life forever. Captain Clinton laid his hand gently on her shoulder. With more sympathy in his face than was his custom to display, he said:
"Now, little woman--t"ain"t no kind of use carrying on like that! If you want to help your husband and get him out of his trouble you want to get busy. Sitting there crying your eyes out won"t do him any good."
Annie threw up her head. Her eyes were red, but they were dry now. Her face was set and determined. The captain was right. Only foolish women weep and wail when misfortune knocks at their door. The right sort of women go bravely out and make a fight for liberty and honor. Howard was innocent. She was convinced of that, no matter how black things looked against him. She would not leave a stone unturned till she had regained for him his liberty. With renewed hope in her heart and resolution in her face, she turned to confront the captain.
"What has he done?" she demanded.
"Killed his friend, Robert Underwood."
He watched her face closely to see what effect his words would have on her.
"Robert Underwood dead!" exclaimed Annie with more surprise than emotion.
"Yes," said the captain sternly, "and your husband, Howard Jeffries, killed him."
"That"s not true! I"d never believe that," said Annie promptly.
"He"s made a full confession," went on the captain.
"A confession!" she echoed uneasily. "What do you mean?"
"Just what I say. Your husband has made a full confession, in the presence of witnesses, that he came here to Underwood"s rooms to ask for money. They quarreled. Your husband drew a pistol and shot him. He has signed a confession which will be presented to the magistrate this morning."
Annie looked staggered for a moment, but her faith in her husband was unshakable. Almost hysterically she cried:
"I don"t believe it. I don"t believe it. You may have tortured him into signing something. Everybody knows your methods, Captain Clinton. But thank G.o.d there is a law in the United States which protects the innocent as well as punishes the guilty. I shall get the most able lawyers to defend him even if I have to sell myself into slavery for the rest of my life."
"Bravo, little woman!" said the captain mockingly. "That"s the way to talk. I like your s.p.u.n.k, but before you go I"d like to ask you a few questions. Sit down."
He waved her to a chair and he sat opposite her.
"Now, Mrs. Jeffries," he began encouragingly, "tell me--did you ever hear your husband threaten Howard Underwood?"
By this time Annie had recovered her self-possession. She knew that the best way to help Howard was to keep cool and to say nothing which was likely to injure his cause. Boldly, therefore, she answered:
"You"ve no right to ask me that question."
The captain shifted uneasily in his seat. He knew she was within her legal rights. He couldn"t bully her into saying anything that would incriminate her husband.
"I merely thought you would like to a.s.sist the authorities, to----" he stammered awkwardly.
"To convict my husband," she said calmly. "Thank you, I understand my position."
"You can"t do him very much harm, you know," said the captain with affected jocularity. "He has confessed to the shooting."