“That,” Graham laughed, “is why you sneaked, why you didn’t make any noise, why you lost your temper when we caught you at it? What about it, Mr. District Attorney?”
Robinson stepped forward.
“Nothing else to do, Mr. Graham. He’s too slippery. I’ll put him in a safe place.”
“You mean,” Paredes cried, “that you’ll arrest me?”
“You’ve guessed it. I’ll lock you up as a material witness.”
Paredes swung on Bobby.
“You’ll permit this, Bobby? You’ll forget that I am a guest in your house?”
Bobby flushed.
“Why have you stayed? What were you doing up there? Answer those questions. Tell me what you want.”
Paredes turned away. He took a cigarette from his pocket and lighted it. His fingers were not steady. For the first time, it became evident to Bobby, Paredes was afraid. Rawlins came back
