He dropped into his chair and seized his telephone.
“Central, give me six-o-four—quick!” There was a moment of waiting. “This you, Judge Kellog?... This is Harrison Blake. I want you to arrange the proper papers for the immediate parole of Doctor West. I’ll be responsible for everything. Am coming right over and will explain.”
He fairly threw the receiver back upon its hook. “Your father will be free in an hour,” he cried. And without waiting for a reply, he seized his hat and hurried out.
CHAPTER XXI
BRUCE TO THE FRONT
Katherine came down from Blake’s office with many thoughts surging through her brain: Of her father’s release—of Blake’s obduracy—of his mother’s illness; but at the forefront of them all, because demanding immediate action, was the need of finding Doctor Sherman.
As she stepped forth from the stairway, she saw Arnold Bruce striding along the Square in her direction. There was a sudden leaping of her heart, a choking at her throat. But they passed each other with the short cold nod which had been their manner of greeting during the last few days when they had chanced to meet.
The next instant a sudden impulse seized her, and she turned about.