“Yes, and that’s the reason I shall give on the witness-stand.” Defiantly. “I’ll tell the truth there—let every one know how horrid and wicked I was.”
The monocle-man shook his head with mild disapproval. “What do you say to that, Mr. Bennett?” he asked softly.
“Of course I can’t let her do anything to incriminate herself,” answered Bob mournfully. “To prevent her doing so I shall have to avow right now—? and I do”—firmly—“that those were not lies, but truths she told you.”
“Please!—please!—” said jolly little pal piteously.
“Truths!” said Bob again boldly.
Miss Dolly gave a great sigh. “Are you going to confess you are guilty of all they charge?”
“I am not.” Stubbornly. “I am not guilty.”
“I’m rather afraid certain evidence, including Miss Dolly’s truths, which you acknowledge as such, might tend to show you are,” suggested the monocle-man.
Again Miss Dolly thought fast. Bob wouldn’t let her declare her accusations of him lies; therefore only one alternative remained.
“I have a confession to make,” she said solemnly.