“What?” Virginia Trent asked.
“To go on with the trial before your aunt had recovered her memory.”
Mrs. Breel flashed him a swift glance. Virginia Trent said indignantly, “What do you mean by that, Mr. Mason?”
“I just meant that I wanted to try the case while I stood the most chance of getting an acquittal.”
“Do you feel certain?” Virginia Trent asked him, her voice harsh with nervousness.
“Well,” Mason hedged, “let me put it just the way I explained it to you a few days ago... I’m as certain of getting an acquittal now as I’ll ever be. On the other hand, a lapse of time may strengthen the Prosecution’s case.”
“You’ve said that two or three times,” Mrs. Breel said. “Can you tell us just what you have in mind?”
Mason, shoving papers into his brief case, said, “Suppose you leave the worrying to me.”
“I think that’s an excellent idea,” Mrs. Breel nodded to Virginia Trent.
“Well, I don’t,” Virginia Trent said. “I think we’re both adult, and I think we’re entitled to share in the responsibilities.”