Radnor's face flushed and a quick light sprang into his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
I repeated what Polly had said and I added my own interpretation. The effect was electrical. He straightened his shoulders with an air of trying to throw off his despondency.
"I'll do my best," he promised. "Heaven knows I'd like to know the truth as well as you—this doubt is simply hell!"
A knock sounded on the door and a sheriff's officer informed us that the hearing was about to begin.
"You haven't explained your actions on the day of the murder," I said hurriedly. "I must have a reason."
"That's all right—it will come out. If you just keep 'em off the ha'nt, I'll clear everything else."
"If you do that," said I, immeasurably relieved, "there'll be no danger of your being held for trial." I rose and held out my hand. "Courage, my boy; remember that you are going to prove your innocence, not only for your own, but for Polly's sake."