"Vandyck," says the little lawyer, who has been gazing fixedly at his obstinate client, and who now turns two keen eyes upon the excited Ray; "keep cool! keep cool, my lad! Heath, look here, sir, I'm bound to defend your case—do you object to that?"
"On the contrary, O'Meara, you are my only hope; but, your success must depend upon your own shrewdness. I can't give you any help."
Down went something in the lawyer's note book.
"That means you won't give me any help," writing briskly.
"It's an ungracious way of putting it," smiling slightly; "but—that's about the way it stands."
"Just so," writing still; "you believe the handkerchief to have been yours?"
"Yes."
"And the knife?"
"Yes. Stay, send Corliss with some one else, to my office; let them examine my case of instruments, and see if the knife is among them; this, for form's sake."
"It shall be attended to—for form's sake. Heath, who beside yourself had access to your office?"