Martinez paused dramatically.
“Well?”
“To Ed Sorenson,” the lawyer half-hissed. “Nothing could be worse.”
“Why?”
“Why? Look at the position she’ll be in. Consider the pressure they can put on her through that fact––and they’ll not hesitate to do so, in one way or another. Innocent as a dove, she is, Mr. Weir.” He thrust his head forward, showing his lips drawn apart and shining teeth tight set. “And she’s never heard a rumor of his hushed-up affairs with poor, ignorant, Mexican girls who knew no better.”
“We’ll simply have to trust to her courage to tell the truth on the proper occasion.”
“Ah, but they’ll trick her some way.”
“And you?”
Martinez straightened, smiled, twirled his mustache.
“I? They aren’t quite foxy enough for that, Mr. Weir,” he boasted, with glistening eyes.