Chapter 44

Some time in that last half hour a memorandum was placed on the desk, and the District Attorney nodded his head. “Send him in when he comes.” Jim had listened, with an impassive face. But he felt— perhaps his exhaustion had sharpened his faculties—that something vital had happened. The questions began again, sharper, a little excitement in them. “You have admitted that on the night Sarah Gittings was killed, you carried with you this sword-stick, and that later on it disappeared. You had no theories about that disa…