“What?” asked Carver.
“Guilty!” exclaimed Triffitt. “And so far as I’m concerned, I haven’t a doubt that the fellow pushed her over the cliff. But opinion’s neither here nor there. The only thing that mattered, my son, was the jury’s verdict!”
“And the jury’s verdict was—what?” demanded Carver.
Triffitt winked into his empty tankard and set it down with a bang.
“The jury’s verdict, my boy,” he answered, “was one that you can only get across the Border. It was ‘Not Proven’!”
CHAPTER XV
young brains