Storms turned fiercely upon her.
"Proves what?"
"That Walton Hurst shot old Jessup."
"A paper! Who wrote it?"
"Jessup himself."
"You have such a letter signed by Jessup?"
"I just have that!"
"Give it to me, lass! Give it to me!"
"Not yet. I'm thinking it just as well to keep the bit of paper in my own hands," was the sharp answer. "'Ifs' might come up again, you know!'"
A look of shrewd cunning stole over the features Judith's suspicious eyes were searching. Storms turned from her with a contemptuous gesture.