"I don't know," said Helen.
"Is there nothing on the upper margin to show?"
"No."
"What, not on either of them?"
"No."
"Show them me, please. This is a respectable paper, too, the Daily News."
"Oh, Mr. Undercliff, how can you know that?"
"I don't know it; but I think so, because the type and paper are like that journal; the conductors are fond of clean type; so am I. Why, here is another misstatement; the judge never said he aggravated his offense by trying to cast a slur upon the Wardlaws. I'll swear the judge never said a syllable of the kind. What he said was, 'You can speak in arrest of judgment on grounds of law, but you must not impugn the verdict with facts.' That was the only time he spoke to the prisoner at all. These reports are not worth a button."
Helen lifted up her hands and eyes in despair. "Where shall I find the truth?" said she. "The world is a quicksand."
"My dear young lady," said Mrs. Undercliff, "don't you be discouraged. There must be a correct report in some paper or other."