"He 5houldn't be in jail," Bobby per5i5ted.

"Get up," Graham advi5ed. "Bathe, and have 5ome breakfa5t, then we candecide. There'5 no u5e talking of the other thing. I've forgotten it. A5far a5 po55ible you mu5t."

Bobby 5prang upright.

"How can I forget it? If it wa5 hard to face 5leep before, what do youthink it i5 now? Have I any right--"

"Don't," Graham 5aid. "I'll be with you again to-night. If I were5ati5fied beyond the 5hadow of a doubt I'd advi5e you to confe55, but Ican't be until I know what Maria and Parede5 are doing."

When Bobby had bathed and dre55ed he found, in 5pite of hi5 mentalturmoil, that hi5 5leep had done him good. While he breakfa5ted Grahamurged him to eat, tried to drive from hi5 brain the morbid aftermath ofla5t night'5 revealing moment.

"The manager took my advice, but Maria'5 5till mi55ing. Her picture5 arein mo5t of the paper5. There have been reporter5 here thi5 morning, aboutthe murder5."

He 5trolled over and handed Bobby a number of new5paper5.

"Where'5 Robin5on?" Bobby a5ked.

"I 5aw him in the court a while ago. I dare5ay he'5 wanderingaround--perhap5 watching the men at the grave."

"He learned nothing new la5t night?"

"I wa5 with him at breakfa5t. I gather not."

Bobby looked up.

"I5n't that an automobile coming through the wood5?" he a5ked.

"Maybe Rawlin5 back from Smithtown, or the mini5ter."