“The great rally of Mr. Blake’s party at the Court House.” Her next words drove in. “To-morrow Mr. Blake is going to capture the city, and be in position to rob it. And all because of your act, Doctor Sherman!”
“You are right, you are right!” he breathed.
She held out a pen to him.
“You must write your statement at once.”
“Yes, yes,” he cried, “only let it be short now. I’ll make it in full later.”
“You need write only a summary.”
He seized the pen and dipped it into the ink and for a moment held it shaking over a sheet of paper.
“I cannot shape it—the words won’t come.”
“Shall I dictate it then?”
“Do! Please do!”