“For God’s sake, tell me what you want and leave me!”
“I want you to clear my father.”
“Clear your father?” he cried. “And how, if you please?”
“By confessing that he is innocent.”
“When he is guilty!”
“You know he is not.”
“He’s guilty—he’s guilty, I tell you! Besides,” he added, wildly, “don’t you see that if I proclaim him innocent I proclaim myself a perjured witness?”
She leaned a little farther across the desk.
“Is not that exactly what you are, Doctor Sherman?”
He shrank back as though struck. One hand went tremulously to his chin and he stared at her.