She looked at him defiantly.
"Sit down there," he said again, and she did so. "Now take the pen and write what I dictate," he went on.
He began to dictate, "'Please destroy the other letter....'"
He leant over the table, tapping gently upon it with his knuckles.
"No! the other hand, please," he said.
The woman almost fell over the table.
"With my left hand?" she gasped. "What on earth do you mean? I can't write with my left hand."
"My expert thinks you can," he said sternly. "Come—write; or would you prefer to write to-morrow in court?"
She jumped up, and hysteria mastered her.
"I won't write!" she cried, in a voice which was hardly human. "Neither here nor in court! You can't make me ... the judge can't make me!"