Evidently that, to him, was conclusive.
By and by he added: “Even Mrs. Cabot does not think you guilty, as she charges.”
“How can you know that?” Again Dolores was startled.
“She admitted as much to me not more than an hour ago.”
“You have talked with her to-day and she admitted—— Then, perhaps, she can be reached?”
But the bald head wagged, even as the friendly eyes beamed upon her. “She cannot be reached as you mean, although I have reached her in a way for which you may despise me. Mrs. Cabot has retained me as her lawyer in this case.”
“You—her lawyer?” The words were so hot, they seemed to scorch Dolores’ lips. “I thought you were his friend?”
“I am. But Catherine believes now that I have always cared—for her, you know—and that therefore I want her freedom more than anything else in the world. A vain woman can easily be persuaded of that.”
Dolores could not understand. “You say you really are his friend, yet you take Mrs. Cabot’s case against him? What possible motive——”
“Me, too, you do an injustice, Miss Trent.”