“And I am very sorry, Pearson, but I am thinking that, although it is very unfortunate for you, this is not an accident.”
“I do not understand you, sir.”
“Well, then, I will make it plainer. I think that the convict here is your brother, and you know it.”
“You are judging me too harshly. I am not deserving of that opinion from you.”
“You must do something to prove your innocence; otherwise I shall notify the authorities and lay the circumstances before them.”
Pearson was silent.
“You have my sympathy, but we should show no partiality in our dealings with our fellow-men. They must be treated fairly. Even prisoners must receive justice. I shall leave you to think this matter over, and you may report to me, later, how you feel about the matter.”
“I have nothing to think over and decide on.”
“Then you will acknowledge that you are his brother?”