‘I don’t believe the other side will be able to prove him guilty,’ said Sampson thoughtfully.
‘But he may remain all his life under the stigma of this hideous suspicion. The world will believe him guilty, though the crime cannot be brought home to him. Is that what you mean?’
‘My dear Mrs. Treverton, I am not clever enough or experienced enough to offer an opinion in such a case as this. We are only at the outset of things. Besides, I am no criminal lawyer.’
‘What does Mr. Leopold say?’ asked Laura, looking at him intently.
‘I am not at liberty to tell you that. It would be a breach of confidence,’ answered Sampson.
‘I see. Mr. Leopold thinks there is a strong case against my husband.’
‘Mr. Leopold thinks nothing at present. He has no data to go upon.’
‘He must remember the report of the inquest, and all that was said in the newspapers.’
‘Mr. Leopold thinks that of the newspapers,’ exclaimed Sampson, snapping his fingers. ‘Mr. Leopold is not led by the nose by the newspapers. He would not be where he is if he were that kind of man.’
‘Well, we must wait and hope,’ said Laura, with a sigh. ‘It is a hard trial, but it must be borne. Will anything be done to-morrow?’