“Vickers—I was once counsel for a railroad that had a station of that name, I think.”
“Vickers’s Crossing. It was called after my grandfather, Lemuel Vickers. The name is well known in the northern part of New York.”
“But there is still one point not clear to me,” said Overton. “Why is it that you did not come home under the interesting and well-known name of Vickers?”
“Is that really difficult for the legal mind to guess?”
But Overton would not guess. “A desire for change?” he suggested; “an attraction to the name of Lee?”
“The simple fact that I had committed a crime.”
“Of which a jury acquitted you?”
“I had not sufficient confidence in the jury to leave it to them.”
“What! You ran away?”
“I did.”