“Pardon me, Miss West, but a newspaper man dares go wherever his business takes him.”
She was trembling all over.
“Then let me inform you that you have no business here. Neither my father nor myself has anything whatever to say to yellow journalists!”
“Katherine! Katherine!” interjected her father.
Bruce bowed, his face a dull red.
“I shall leave, Miss West, just as soon as Doctor West answers my last question. I called to see if he wished to make any statement, and I was asking him about his lawyer. He told me he had as yet secured none, but that you were applying to Mr. Blake.”
Doctor West stepped toward her eagerly.
“Yes, Katherine, what did he say? Will he take the case?”
She turned from Bruce, and as she looked into the white, worn face of her father, the fire of her anger went out.