"I don't know; I haven't thought of it," replied Annie. "If it can be done, why not? I'm glad you suggested it."
"I suggest it?" exclaimed the lawyer, scandalized.
"Yes," cried Annie with growing exaltation; "it never occurred to me till you spoke. Everybody says I'm the woman who called on Robert Underwood that night. Well, that's all right. Let them continue to think so. What difference does it make so long as Howard is set free?" Going toward the door, she said: "Good night, Mrs. Jeffries!"
The judge tried to bar her way.
"Don't go," he said; "Captain Clinton's men are waiting outside."
"That doesn't matter!" she cried.
"But you must not go!" exclaimed the lawyer in a tone of command. "I won't allow it. They'll arrest you! Mrs. Jeffries, you'll please remain here."
But Annie was already at the door.
"I wouldn't keep Captain Clinton waiting for the world," she cried. "Good night, Judge Brewster, and God bless you!"
The door slammed, and she was gone.