“And what does the judge think?” inquired Coggswell, somewhat anxiously, for he knew that Mr. Sugden Lawrence, ex-justice of the supreme court, was one of the most able lawyers in the country.
Hines chuckled. “I got it from a friend at headquarters that the judge, havin’ heard all the evidence, seems[Pg 44] to think that he’s goin’ to have a pretty hard time provin’ his client’s innocence.”
A relieved smile came to Samuel J. Coggswell’s face. “The judge is a smart man,” he said. “I agree with him.”
CHAPTER X.
A TANGLED SKEIN.
Ex-Judge Lawrence glanced at the card which the office boy handed to him. “Miss Dallas Worthington,” he read aloud; “I don’t know her, and I am very busy. Did she state the object of her call?”
“Yes, sir; she said it was about the case of Owen Sheridan.”
The lawyer nodded. “Oh, yes, I recall the name now. Ask her to step right in, Robert.
“You are Mr. Sheridan’s fiancée, I believe, Miss Worthington?” he said, as the girl entered the room. “Please be seated. You have come, I presume, to ask me what I think about this unfortunate case?”
“Yes,” said the girl. “Do you think that there is any chance of his being guilty?”
“Well,” said the lawyer, with a smile, “that’s hardly a proper question to ask an attorney concerning his client. What do you think?”