wilderment, touched Tyler's arm as she brushed by him in the door, and left them.
"Thank you for your intention in making it easier for her—whoever you are—even if you have to take it back later," Tyler said grimly to the psychologist. "But since Crowley has told me," he turned now to Sheppard, "that it was you who ordered him to arrest me at the club this morning, I suppose, now that Leigh is gone, that means that you have found your brother shot as he deserved and as you expected and—you think I did it!"
"Morning, Mr. Sheppard," the red-haired police captain nodded. "Morning, Mr. Trant; giving us some more of the psycho-palmistry? Considerable water's gone past the mill since you put an electric battery on Caylis, the Bronson murderer, and proved him guilty just as we were getting ready to send Kanlan up for the crime. As for this young man," he motioned with his thumb toward Tyler, "I took him in because Mr. Sheppard asked it; but as Mr. Sheppard didn't make any charge against him, and this Tyler wanted to come up here, I brought him on myself, not hearing from Mr. Sheppard. I suppose now it's Mr. Neal Sheppard's death, after seeing the morning papers and hearing the young lady."
"Just so, Captain Crowley," said Trant brusquely, "but we'll let Mr. Sheppard make his charge or not make it, just as he sees fit, after we get through with the little test we're going to carry out. And I am greatly mistaken, if, after we are through, he will bring any such charge as you have suggested. But come in, Captain; I am glad that you are here. The
