“Constant！“Whatlovewasinthecry！Itseemedtomovehimandturnhisthoughtsforamomentintoadifferentchannel。
“Poorchild！“hemurmured，stretchingouthishandsbyanirresistibleimpulsetowardsher。Butthechangewasbutmomentary，andhewassoonagainthestemanddeterminedself-
accuser。“Areyougoingtotakemebeforeamagistrate？“heasked。“Ifso，Ihaveafewdutiestoperformwhichyouarewelcometowitness。”
Thiswastoomuch；Ifeltthatthetimehadcomeformetodisabusehismindoftheimpressionhehadunwittinglyformedofme。IthereforesaidasconsideratelyasIcould：
“Youmistakemyposition，Dr。Zabriskie。Thoughadetectiveofsomeexperience，Ihavenoconnectionwiththepoliceandnorighttointrudemyselfinamatterofsuchtragicimportance。