“Because they can’t get sufficient evidence.”
“Oh, Kane, why didn’t you say because you are innocent? You are,—aren’t you?”
Landon looked at her. “What do you think?” he said, in a voice devoid of any expression whatever.
Avice looked away. “I don’t know what to think! I am telling you the truth, Kane. I cannot decide whether I think you guilty or not—I don’t know.”
“And you’ll never learn,—from me!”
“Kane! What do you mean by such an attitude toward me?”
“Yes, Mr. Landon,” broke in Judge Hoyt, unable longer to control his indignation, “What do you mean?”
“Nothing at all,” replied Kane, coolly; “and by the way, Judge, I’m advised by our worthy district attorney that I would do well to get a competent lawyer to run this affair for me. Will you take it up?”
“Are you sure you want me?”
“Naturally, or I shouldn’t have asked you.”