Blake read the effect of his words in her white face and dismayed manner.
“Suppose they have repudiated their statements? What then?” he crushingly persisted.
She caught desperately at her courage and her vanishing triumph.
“But they have not repudiated.”
“You think not? You shall see!”
He turned to Blind Charlie. “Tell him to step in.”
Blind Charlie moved quickly to a side door. Katherine leaned forward and stared after him, breathless, her heart stilled. She expected the following moment to see the slender figure of Doctor Sherman enter the room, and hear his pallid lips deny he had ever made the confession of a few hours before.
Blind Charlie opened the door.
“They’re ready for you,” he called.
It was all Katherine could do to keep from springing up and letting out a sob of relief. For it was not Doctor Sherman who entered. It was the broad and sumptuous presence of Elijah Stone, detective. He crossed and stood before Blake.