But Good merely smiled to himself. "They've only told one side of it," he said. "There are things—much worse."
Judith shuddered understandingly but said nothing further until they were in the motor on the way home. "I never heard anything more terrible," she cried, "or more surprising. If people only knew, such things couldn't take place. Decent people wouldn't countenance such brutality."
"No," admitted Good, "but decent people don't know anything about it."
"And why don't they?" she demanded. "Why aren't they told? Why aren't they forced to know about it?"
"Would you suggest a house-to-house canvass?" he asked ironically.
"Don't be silly. Why don't the newspapers take it up?"
"It isn't news to them."
Then the obvious thought struck her. "Why," she laughed, "I almost forgot. We have a newspaper of our own. Why can't we tell the story those girls told, in The Dispatch?"
"For the same reason that the other papers can't," he said softly.
"And what is that?"