When she came to the end Don said bitterly: "Well I've had plenty of time to-day to think things over. There's only one course open to me. I've got to give myself up."
Pen had expected this. "Wait!" she said urgently. "We must talk things over. You must read the papers I brought you before you make up your mind. You don't know yet what you're up against. I don't understand what makes the newspapers so bitter. Everybody who reads the stories is roused to a sort of craze to hunt you down. What sort of a trial would you get? Why they were even ready to arrest me because I took your part!"
Don was wildly indignant. "You have to go through such things while I sit here in safety!" he cried.
"That was nothing," said Pen. "He didn't mean it really."
"I can't stand it!" cried Don. "You don't know what I'm going through. Sitting here idle thinking about these things. I'd go out of my mind!"
"I do know what you're going through," murmured Pen.
"Suppose I did get away," he went on. "Would my life be worth saving with this accusation hanging over me? What sort of a life would I lead?"
"But the truth must come to light!" insisted Pen. "We will bring it to light."
"How can I fight for myself tied hand and foot like this?"
"You could use me," she murmured.