"He's been taken to the Soundview Hospital. They said over the telephone he was still in critical shape." Dudley wondered if that grin were frozen into Delaney's face.
"The charge is," said the Judge crisply, "felonious assault with intent to kill. If Prince Rao-Singh dies, it will be changed to murder in the first degree. The trial will be set later. Meantime, you will hold the prisoner here."
"But I can get bail—any amount," Dudley started to protest.
"Not in a ease of this kind," the Judge dismissed his offer and would listen to no more.
Dudley began to realize what he was really up against. Rao-Singh hated him as only an Oriental can hate, and the Hindu possessed unlimited resources. He would do anything in the world to send him to jail for a long term. Moreover, Rao-Singh would probably drag Carmelita into the case if he possibly could. Whatever the wounded man's feelings for Carmelita had once been, and Dudley shuddered to think what they probably were, he without a doubt was now blazing with an intense anger against her, because she had resisted him and then shot him. At least Rao-Singh would feel that way as soon as he was strong enough. And the newspapers would leap upon this angle of the case with a whoop of joy. A
