She took the telegram and read:
“No use my coming. Best man on typhoid in West lives in your own town. See Dr. David West.”
Katherine laid down the yellow pieces and raised her eyes to Blake’s white, strained face. The two gazed at each other for a long moment.
“Well?” he said huskily.
“Well?” she quietly returned.
“Do you think I can get him?”
“How can you get a man who is serving a sentence in jail?”
“If I—if I——” He could not get the words out.
“Yes. If you confess—clear him—get him out of jail—of course he will treat the case.”