CHAPTER V
NANCY’S CURIOUS EXPERIENCE
Mr. Gordon’s eyes were brown. They were heavy-lidded so that Nancy could see very little of their expression. He was a smoothly-shaven man and his thick lips seemed grim.
“You—you are the girl?” demanded the lawyer.
“Yes—yes, sir,” she said. “I’m Nancy Nelson.”
“What are you doing here? Have you run away?” he shot at her, accentuating the query with a pointed forefinger.
Afterward she realized that that impaling index finger was a gesture of habit—it was his way of “spearing” witnesses in court when they were under fire.
“No, sir,” replied Nancy, with more confidence.