She frowned thoughtfully. "Am I likely to be summoned as a witness?" she asked.
"That will depend on whether the prosecuting attorney or Mr. Lawrence's attorney gets an idea that you have any information in your possession which will help his side of the case."
She sat very still, with downcast eyes, for a long moment. Lyon made a movement of rising, and she checked him.
"One moment. When the trial comes off, will there be any way of my knowing how it is going?"
"It will be fully reported in the papers. You could be present in the court room if you think it advisable."
"I will think of it," she said quietly. Then her splendid self-control wavered for a moment. "If I should feel that I had to talk to some one, to understand things,--would you--might I--"
"May I come occasionally to tell you of any new developments?" Lyon asked, simply.
"Thank you. It will be kind of you."
"I shall be very glad to keep you informed." And then he added deliberately, intending that however much she might veil her own sympathies there should be no doubt in her mind as to his position, "I am a friend of Mr. Lawrence's. That is why he entrusted me with this word for you."
She bowed, somewhat distantly, without speaking, and Lyon left.