“But after all this?”
“Yes, after all this. We have made a beautiful case against him and it fits, but, Elsa, there’s one thing we haven’t got, and that is a single word of proof! We haven’t enough to even bring a charge against him. Do you realize that?”
The girl sat back, unable to reply. Code had expressed the situation in a sentence. Despite all they had pieced together he, Code, was still the man against whom the burden of circumstantial evidence rested. Nat was, and always could go, scot free.
“Code, this is terrible!” she said. “But there 240 may be a way out yet. No man with the right on his side has ever failed to triumph, however black things looked.”
“But how?” he cried despairingly. “I have racked my brains for some means of closing the net about him, but there seems no way.”
“Now there is not,” she returned, “but, Code, you can rest assured that I will do everything I can.”
“God bless you,” he said, taking her hand; “you are the best friend a man ever had.”