I looked a question, and she went on: “I have some worries, and then last night I saw you were all keeping some bad news from me, and so I couldn’t sleep.”
“Then we did wrong to make a mystery of it, Miss Cullen,” I said, “for it really isn’t anything to trouble about. Mr. Camp is simply taking legal steps to try to force me to deliver those letters to him.”
“And can he succeed?”
“No.”
“How will you stop him?”
“I don’t know yet just what we shall do, but if worse comes to worse I will allow myself to be committed for contempt of court.”
“What would they do with you?”
“Give me free board for a time.”
“Not send you to prison?”
“Yes.”