CHAPTER XVII
THE VERDICT
Goldberger paused at the stair-head and looked at me, an ironical light in his eyes. I knew he suspected that Miss Vaughan's story of the handkerchief was no great surprise to me.
"Well," he asked, "will you wish to put her on the stand?"
I shook my head and started down the stairs, for I was far from desiring an argument just then, but he stopped me with a hand upon the sleeve.
"You realise, Mr. Lester," he said, more seriously, "that it is plainly my duty to cause Swain's arrest?"
"Yes," I assented. "I realise that. Under the circumstances, you can do nothing else."
He nodded, and we went downstairs together. I saw Swain's eager eyes upon us as we came out upon the lawn, and his lips were at my ear the instant I had taken my seat.
"Well?" he whispered.