She half closed her eyes, as if in pain.
“I know,” she said. “It has been in the newspapers for the last couple of weeks.”
“Did you know him?”
“Yes—he has been out to see me since his arrest, and he called up once.”
“Did you see him?”
“No—I would be ashamed to see any decent person!”
“Decent!” snorted Crumb. “You don’t call a damned bootlegger decent, do you?”
“I don’t believe he ever did it,” said the girl. “I have known him all my life, and his family. I’m certain that he couldn’t have done it.”
A sudden light came into Crumb’s eye.
“By God!” he exclaimed, bringing his fist down upon the table.