“We don’t make the rules,” said one of the female warders.
“I don’t say you do. All I object to is being treated like a guilty person before conviction. I am innocent, and this I shall be able to prove when my trial comes on.”
The women smiled.
“You don’t believe me?” cried Miss Stanbridge.
“Everybody is innocent until found guilty,” was the quick response.
“I don’t expect much sympathy from anyone here; but that does not so much matter. While I am here awaiting my trial it is but fair that I should be treated with some little consideration.”
“Certainly you will be—without doubt.”
“I can send for my luggage, I suppose?”
“If you choose to do so you can. Where is it?”
“At the hotel where I was stopping when this shameful charge was made.”