“But after all, Katherine, it is all only a guess.”
“Of course it is only a guess!” she cried. “But I have tested every other possible solution. This is the only one left, and it fits every known circumstance of the case. It is only a guess—but I’ll stake my life on its being the right guess!” Her voice rose. “Oh, father, we’re on the right track at last! We’re going to clear you! Don’t you ever doubt that. We’re going to clear you!”
There was no resisting the ringing confidence in her voice, the fire of her enthusiasm.
“Katherine!” he cried, and opened his arms.
She rushed into them. “We’re going to clear you, father! And, oh, won’t it be fine! Won’t it be fine!”
For a space they held each other close, then they parted.
“What are you going to do first?” he asked.
“Try to find the person, or corporation, behind the scheme.”
“And how will you do that?”
“First, I shall talk it over with Mr. Blake. You know he told me to come to him if I ever wished his advice. He knows the situation here—he has the interests of Westville at heart—and I know he will help us. I’m not going to lose a second, so I’m off to see him now.”