"Go and see some other lawyer—there are plenty of 'em."
She leaned eagerly forward. Her face was flushed from excitement, her eyes flashed.
"There's only one Judge Brewster," she exclaimed. "He's the greatest lawyer in the world, and he's going to help us. He is going to save Howard's life."
The judge shifted uneasily on his chair. He didn't like this forceful, persistent young woman. Almost fretfully, he said:
"You always say that. Upon my word, I shall begin to believe it soon."
"I shall say it again," she exclaimed, "and again every time I see you."
The lawyer turned round. There was a comic look of despair in his face which would have amused his visitor had her errand not been so serious.
"How often do you intend that shall be?"
"Every day," she replied calmly. "I shall say it and think it until—until it comes true."
Judge Brewster tried to feel angry, although inwardly he had hard work to keep from smiling. With pretended indignation, he said: