"What'll I do! What'll I do!" wailed Drusilla. "Just think of putting a preacher in jail. What'll ever become of me!"
Here John had an inspiration.
"Drusilla, send for Mr. Thornton; he is a lawyer and he'll know what to do."
Drusilla drew a breath of relief.
"John, that's the first glimmer of sense you ever showed, and it's the first time I ever wanted to see that lawyer." Turning to the telephone she said: "I'll send for my lawyer at once and he'll know what to do. Where's the man?"
After a moment: "I'll send a car down and get him. Have him come here at once if he'll come."
She left the telephone and turned a very scared face to John.
"John, I'm just a plain old fool. Send the car to the police station, and tell Joseph to get that man if he has to tie him up! And you go telephone Mr. Thornton to come here at once. Now he'll have a chance to talk and I can't say a word."
It was a very frightened and meek Drusilla that greeted Mr. Thornton and Daphne when they came into the room.
"I came along, Miss Doane," Daphne explained, "because Mr. Brierly said you were in some trouble, and I thought perhaps I might help you."