"Lucky for you I did, too; but I don't know all it means—how could I?—and you do know, an' that ought to be proof enough that it's God's truth, Mr. Dyker."
She stopped. Her case was with the jury.
Dyker rose.
"Cassie!" he called.
Violet leaped to her feet and laid her hands on his arm.
"What are you goin' to do?" she whispered.
He silenced her with a gesture.
"What you want," he said.
Cassie put her black head in at the door.
"Cassie," he continued, flipping the maid another dollar, "I'm a little off my feed. I'm going to the drugstore on the corner and get fixed up."