He took a crumpled paper from his pocket and looked at the stop-press space as though to reassure himself.
“I didn’t know it was in the paper.”
Johnson handed the newspaper to the American.
“Yes, they’ve got it. I suppose old man Whitby must have given away the story.”
“I think it came from the picture man, Silenski. Is it true that Ray is under sentence of death?”
Broad nodded.
“How dreadful!” said Johnson in a hushed voice. “Thank God they’ve found it out in time! Mr. Broad,” he said earnestly, “I hope you will tell Ella Bennett that she can rely on me for every penny I possess to establish her brother’s innocence. I suppose there will be a respite and a new trial? If there is, the very best lawyers must be employed.”
“She’s here. Won’t you come in and see her?”
“Here?” Johnson’s jaw dropped. “I had no idea,” he stammered.
“Come in.”