“I will do all I can for her. How fortunate that you are here, Judge Hoyt.”
“Indeed, yes. Had I not been, the girl might have insisted on going on this awful errand.”
The judge walked the few blocks to Doctor Fulton’s office, and luckily finding him in, they both went at once in the doctor’s car to the scene of the tragedy.
“Let me give you some quieting draught, Avice dear,” said Mrs. Black, as she returned to the girl, “and then I’m going to send you to bed.”
“Indeed, you’ll do nothing of the kind. I have quite as much right here as you have.”
“Of course you have,” and the lady’s voice was as straightforward as her words. “I only want to spare you the shock.”
“I don’t want to be spared, I want to know all about everything that goes on. I won’t be treated as a child or an imbecile! I want to help.”
“But, my dear, there is nothing to do.”
“There will be. If Uncle Rowly has been killed, some one has done the deed, and I shall never rest until I find out who did it, and bring him to justice! How can you sit there so calmly? Don’t you care? You, who pretended to love him!”
“There, there, Avice, don’t get so excited. I know how you must feel, but——”