“Certainly! I can prove it.”
“You are mistaken. I know who the man was, and it was not Stephen Lamar.”
“Who was it, then?”
“It was I, Robert Farrar.”
“You!”
“It was I. I helped Mrs. Bradley across the bridge.”
“Impossible! This man had his arm around the woman’s waist.”
“I had my arm about Mrs. Bradley’s waist. In that manner I assisted her across the bridge. Nor were there any demonstrations of affection of any kind.”
The lawyer stared at his visitor in amazement. He could not conceive why this man should so frankly assume responsibility for an act of impropriety properly charged to another.
“I don’t believe you,” he said, bluntly. “You are trying, for some inscrutable reason, to shield the woman.”