"In what, child?"
"In the plans for his escape." She set her face into lines of determination which I saw was intended to overwhelm any vain opposition that I might raise to her plan.
"A lawyer doesn't usually take that method of getting a man out of prison," I said apologetically. "I hadn't thought of it."
"But isn't it the best way?" she said urgently. "Of course I don't know as much about the law as you do,--of course not,--but doesn't the law just have to do something to a man when he shoots another man,--even if he is perfectly right to do it?"
It was an appalling question. I could not answer. She did not need anything more than my face, apparently, for she went on quickly.
"So that's why I thought it would be quicker and better, and would settle things once for all and be done with it," she explained. "Now, there are lots of ways we can help him to escape. You know we are twins."
"Yes. What of that?"
She hesitated a moment. "Isn't there any way I could get into Gene's room for a minute without having that horrid man watching?"
"Perhaps. What then?"
"We could change clothes. I'd wear a rain coat that came down to the ground and a wide hat with a heavy veil, and extra high heels on my shoes. And you'd be there to distract the attention of the horrid man,--that would be your part, and it's a very difficult and important part, too. Then Gene would just walk down the corridor,--I'd have to remind him to take little steps and not to hurry too much,--and then after awhile they would come and look into the cell to see if he was all safe and they'd see me. And I'd just say 'Good day' politely, and walk off." She looked at me eagerly, waiting for my criticism.