“He is in Europe now.”
“He had true grit in him; he never winced nor showed the white feather once during the trial,” he said, in an admiring tone.
“How do you know?” Editha asked, in surprise.
“Tom Drake and I sat by and heard the whole thing through.”
“You did?” she cried out in pain. “How could you?”
Only to think of it—the real criminals so near to justice and Earle convicted instead! It was horrible!
“Yes, we heard the case clear through; we heard the sentence passed upon him; and he stood up so proud, and calm, and handsome, and bore it without a whimper.”
“How could you?” Editha again asked, reproachfully.
“I don’t know, Miss Dalton, but folks get hardened to almost anything nowadays,” he replied, sighing. “It was cheeky, risky business for us to sit there, with some of those very diamonds and trinkets hidden away on our persons, and let another man be tried for what we had done.”
Editha shuddered.