"Too bad, Tom," he said sympathizingly. "I don't think you quite deserved it."
Felder paced a moment without speaking. "I need evidence," he said then, "—anything that may help. I made a mistake. You heard all the testimony?"
The other nodded.
"What did you think of it?"
"What could any one think? I give all credit to your motive, Tom, but it's a pity you're mixed up in it."
"Why?"
"Because, if there's anything in human evidence, he's a thoroughly worthless reprobate. He lay for Moreau and murdered him in cold blood, and he ought to swing."
"The casual view," said the lawyer gloomily. "Just what I should have said myself—if this had happened a month ago."
His friend looked at him with an amused expression. "I begin to think he must be a remarkable man!" he said. "Is it possible he has really convinced you that he isn't guilty?"