His powerful figure rose, and his square-hewn face looked directly into her own.
“Interviewing your father,” he returned with his aggressive calm.
“He was asking me to confess,” explained Doctor West.
“Confess?” cried Katherine.
“Just so,” replied Bruce. “His guilt is undoubted, so he might as well confess.”
Scorn flamed at him.
“I see! You are trying to get a confession out of him, in advance of the trial, as a big feature for your terrible paper!”
She moved a pace nearer him. All the suppressed anger, all the hidden anguish, of the last three months burst up volcanically.
“Oh! oh!” she cried breathlessly. “I never dreamt till I met you that a man could be so low, so heartless, as to hound an old man as you have hounded my father—and all for the sake of a yellow newspaper sensation. But he’s a safe man for you to attack. Yes, he’s safe—old, unpopular, helpless!”