"I am visiting all the prisoners," Colina was careful to explain. "And getting them what they need for the journey to-morrow."
It pulled him up short. He glanced at her with an odd smile, tender, bitter, and grim. "Charity!" he murmured. "Thanks, I have plenty of warm clothes, and so forth."
Colina bit her lip. There was a silence. He gazed at her hungrily. She was so dear to him it was impossible for him to be otherwise than tender.
"Just the same, it was mighty good of you to come," he said.
"You said there was something I could do for you," she murmured.
"Please sit down."
She did so.
"I don't want to beg any personal favors," he said. "There is something you might do for the sake of justice."
"Never mind that," she said. "What is it?"
"Let me have a little pride, too," he said. "It isn't easy to ask favors of your enemies. I am surrounded by those who hate me and believe me guilty. Naturally, I stand as much chance of a fair trial as a spy in wartime. I'm just beginning to understand that. At first I thought as long as one's conscience was clear nothing could happen."