“Then let it pass. But ever since, the judge has held your life at his own disposal?”
“Yes, sir, and glad I am to have it so. I’d willingly give it up for him, if so be he asks me.”
“Do you think he will ever do so?”
“I don’t know, sir. It may be.”
“And it may be in connection with this coming trial of Mr. Landon?”
“It may be, sir.”
“And what has he asked you to do, so far?”
Fleming Stone shot out the question so suddenly, that Stryker replied without a moment’s thought, “He says he may ask me to testify that I telephoned to Mr. Trowbridge to go to the woods that day.”
“Ridiculous!” cried Avice. “Why, Stryker, you don’t know about the birds and insects Uncle Rowly was so fond of collecting.”
“Oh, yes, I do, Miss Avice. I used to set his traps for him, often. And I know quite a lot of the long names of the queer beetles and things.”