"Ah," said Orr, "ah, indeed! The engagement will be rather long, I fear."
"Oh, Melanchthon, don't say that. Arthur is as innocent as you are. I know you don't believe it, but——"
Orr interrupted her. "It is not a question of what I believe. Independent of your interest in the man he is my client. I owe him a duty. That duty is to get him off, or to do my best to."
"I know you will," Sylvia fervently replied; "I feel it. So does Arthur. Besides, the only one we have to fear is Harris."
Orr smiled grimly. "Harris, I understand, is not very well."
"Not well? What do you mean?" the girl wonderingly inquired.
"I mean," he enigmatically answered, "that next week when I have him on the stand I propose to give him a little medicine."
Then he smiled again, grimly as before, with an air of personal satisfaction.