“I’m sure you’ll do everything you said.”
“No—that’s the trouble,” she moaned. “What I said—was—was just a big bluff. I won’t do any—of those things. Your trial is two days off—and, father, I haven’t one bit of evidence—I don’t know what we’re going to do—and the jury will have to—oh, father, father, that man was right; I’m just—just a great big failure!”
Again she shook with sobs. The old man continued to sit beside her, softly stroking her thick brown hair.
CHAPTER VII
THE MASK FALLS
But presently the sobs subsided, as though shut off by main force, and Katherine rose to her feet. She wiped her eyes and looked at her father, a wan smile on her reddened, still tremulous face.
“What a hope-inspiring lawyer you have, father!”
“I would not want a truer,” said he loyally.