She shook her head slowly. There was something in her manner that seemed to say to him that she had transferred her difficulties to him, and that, if he were half the man she believed him to be, he'd accept them ungrudgingly.
"Suppose I hear the whole story," suggested Vandervent.
Intently, he listened as, prompted by the judge when she slid over matters that seemed unimportant to her, she retold the tale of the past week. The judge took up the burden of speech as soon as she relinquished it.
"So you see, Vandervent, your job is to get hold of this elevator-man and persuade him that his identification is all wrong."
Vandervent pursed his lips; he whistled softly.
"I haven't as good a memory as I ought to have, Judge. I can't recall the exact penalty for interference with the course of justice."
Clancy's eyes blazed.
"Judge, please don't ask Mr. Vandervent to do anything wrong. I wouldn't have him take any risk. I——"
Vandervent colored.
"Please, Miss Deane! You should know that I intend—that I will do anything—I was intending to be a little humorous."