"Well, he hadn't better," she muttered sullenly. "Jim Denton had better take care—" She stopped suddenly. "I had forgotten," she said bitterly; "I am helpless and in prison."
"But I am sure you will soon be free, Miss Brady," said Faith, "for I have utterly refused to appear against you, and—"
"What!" exclaimed the woman in a startled whisper. "You have refused to appear against me—and you think me guilty?"
"If I knew you were guilty I would still refuse," said Faith stoutly, "for if you sent that candy you must have been crazy!"
Slowly the frown lifted from the poor girl's brow. She kept gazing at Faith as though she could hardly credit her senses.
"You will not accuse me," she stammered again. "Well, that's more mercy than I ever expected on earth or in heaven."
"What is more, Maggie," continued Faith, "I want you to be my friend. As soon as you are out of this place we can see more of each other."
This was a little too much for even Maggie Brady's nature. Her lips trembled suspiciously before she answered.
"Oh, I won't get out; you mark my words. Old Denton will send me up, or, if he don't, the District Attorney will do it."
"I don't think so," said Faith. "They won't if I can prevent it, and as I am the person most interested, I think I should have some voice in the matter."