“It won’t do any good,” she said.
“Perhaps,” he suggested, “if I sat in on the conference it would help.”
“Help what?” she asked.
“Help to make him tell the truth.”
“Well,” she said dejectedly, “suppose he tells the truth. What then?”
Mason was silent for several seconds. Then he said, “Look here, Mrs. Newberry, I won’t represent your husband in this business.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“You’re certain of that?”
“Yes.”
“Then,” Mason went on, “we may be able to reach an understanding. I would try to protect Belle if it were definitely understood I wasn’t representing your husband.”