“I am,” and Landon’s tone was almost flippant; “what else have I to depend on? You won’t take my word.”
“If you want to be acquitted, it will take a pretty smart lawyer to do it.”
“What do you want me to do, confess?”
“I think you’ll be indicted, anyway. Perhaps you may as well confess.”
With this cheering reflection, Whiting left him.
Avice Trowbridge, instead of being prostrated at the news of Landon’s arrest, was furiously angry.
“I never heard of such injustice!” she exclaimed to Judge Hoyt, who told her about it. “It’s outrageous! Kane never did it in the world. You know that, don’t you, Leslie?”
“I wish I were sure of it, dear. But it looks dark against him just now. Still, there’s little real proof,——”
“There isn’t any! There can’t be any! I know he is innocent. I may have had a shadow of doubt before, but I am sure now. Kane never did it!”
“But, Avice, your assertions and reiterations wouldn’t carry any weight with a jury. It needs more than a woman’s opinion of a man to prove the truth.”