“Come, give me a chance at her!”
“Sit down! I’m handling this!” Blake cried with sudden harshness.
“Well, then, show her where she’s at!” grumbled Blind Charlie, subsiding into his chair.
Blake turned back to Katherine. His face was again impassive.
“And so it is your intention to commit this monstrous libel?” he asked in his former composed tone.
“Perhaps it is not libel,” said Katherine.
“You mean that you think you have proofs?”
“No. That is not my meaning.”
“What then do you mean?”
“I mean that I have proofs.”