"I don't care," I burst out. "I have done no wrong."
"It ain't that, Roger. Many innocent men are held as witnesses," put in Parsons.
"But I've got to attend to Mrs. Canby's business," I explained.
"I fancy Mrs. Canby would rather get on the track of her money," said Judge Penfold severely. "Can you furnish bail?"
I did not know that I could. The woman who had been robbed was my only friend, and she was away.
"Then you'll have to take him to the lockup, Parsons."
This news was far from agreeable. It would be no pleasant thing to be confined in the Darbyville jail, not to say anything of the anxiety it might cause Kate. Besides, I wanted to follow up John Stumpy. I was certain I could do it fully as well as the constable.
"Come, Roger, there is no help for it," said Parsons, as I still lingered. "It's the law, and it won't do any good to kick."
"Maybe not, but, nevertheless, it isn't fair."
We walked out into the front hall, the judge following us.