“Yes, I know, but they don't fit. And get some shoes that don't creak, and—and you won't mind my telling you, Noah? Pompadours went out of style six years ago.”
Noah gloomily shook his head. “It's not my clothes. It's not clothes that make Don Morley. By the way, aren't you two friends, any more?”
Miss Lady faced the question unflinchingly. “Yes, we are friends. Is he going to win out?”
“With Miss Connie?”
“No, you foolish boy. In his trial.”
“I don't know.”
“What will happen if he loses?”
“The case will be appealed.”
“And if he loses in the Court of Appeals?”
“It's up to Gooch to see that he doesn't lose. I only wish I was as certain of a few other things as I am of Donald Morley's innocence!”