"I've heard people talk like that who weren't considered unsettled in their minds."
"Oh, but she doesn't stop there. She tells Teddy he was quite within his rights in taking money from the bank, and when she goes to see him she begs him to be brave and not be sorry for anything he's done."
"And is he sorry?"
"I don't know that you could call it sorry. He's dazed and bewildered. He knows he took the money and that he killed a man; but he thinks he was placed in a position where he couldn't help it."
"And does he say who could have helped it?"
As she looked down at that twisting and untwisting of her fingers which was the chief sign of her effort at self-control, her color rose.
"He says your father could have helped it; but I don't believe he's right."
"No, he isn't right—not as dad himself sees it. I know he's been worried ever since your father left the bank; but he thinks he couldn't help dismissing him. Life isn't very simple for anyone—not for my dad any more than it was for yours. If I could see Teddy—"
"Would you go to see him?"
"Go to see him? Why, that's what I came back for! I'd like to do it this very afternoon, if you'd tell me first how it all came about. You see, I don't know anything, except the two or three bald facts dad mentioned in his cablegram."