“You did! You went to the Tombs?”
“Yes; Leslie, that man is innocent.”
“Indeed! I wish you had the task of proving it to the G. P. instead of me. Avice, things are not going well. Whiting is saving up something; I don’t know quite what. But I confess to you I am afraid of his coming revelations.”
“What do you mean? Has he evidence that you don’t know of?”
“I’m not sure. He may have, and he may only pretend it to frighten me.”
“But you promised to free Kane!”
“And I will if I can. But, dear child, I am but human. It would take almost a miracle to clear that man from the network of circumstantial evidence that trips us up at every step. I assure you I am doing my best, and more than my best. You believe that?”
“Of course, I do,” and Avice studied the earnest, careworn face that looked into hers.
“And you also know why?”
“Yes,” came the answer in a low tone.