“A choice, certainly. Perhaps you are inclined not to testify. If so, very well. But before you make your decision I desire to inform you of one fact. You will remember that I said in the beginning that I brought you down here to tell you something.”
“Yes. What is it?”
“Merely this. That Miss West has discovered that I am behind this affair.”
“What!” Doctor Sherman fell back a step, and his face filled with sudden terror. “Then—she knows everything?”
“She knows little, but she suspects much. For instance, since she knows that this is a plot, she is likely to suspect that every person in any way connected with the affair is guilty of conspiracy.”
“Even—even me?”
“Even you.”
“Then—you think?”
Blake turned his face sharply about upon Doctor Sherman—the first time since the beginning of their colloquy. It was his father’s face—his father in one of his most relentless, overriding moods—the face of a man whom nothing can stop.