She moved slowly toward him, in her face a breathless look, and caught his shoulders with tense hands.
“Perhaps it was planned!”
“What?”
Her voice rang out more loudly:
“Perhaps it was planned!”
“But Katherine—what do you mean?”
“Let me think. Let me think.” She began feverishly to pace the room. “Oh, why did I not think of this before!” she cried to herself. “I thought of graft—political corruption—everything else. But it never occurred to me that there might be a plan, a subtle, deep-laid plan, to steal the water-works!”
Doctor West watched her rather dazedly as she went up and down the floor, her brows knit, her lips moving in self-communion. Her connection with the Municipal League in New York had given her an intimate knowledge of the devious means by which public service corporations sometimes gain their end. Her mind flashed over all the situation’s possibilities.
Suddenly she paused before her father, face flushed, triumph in her eyes.