"I've never driven one of those. I wonder if I'd dare try? How I wish Hortie were here! He could drive it. He can drive anything."
"Hortie?"
"Horatio Fuller—a man I know out west. If only he wasn't so far away! He'd help us in a minute. He'd do it and ask no questions. That's what we need—someone who'll ask no questions."
She frowned, thoughtfully.
"Well, no matter. We can find somebody, I am sure—especially if we pay them liberally. I'll see what I can do."
"Wait just a moment. What does Marcia say?"
"Marcia? Oh, you must not listen to Marcia. She is too much upset to be depended on. She cannot see the case at all as it is. Her advice wouldn't be worth twopence. Trust me in this, please. Trust me, Mr. Heath. I promise you I'll stand by you to the last ditch. I'm not afraid."
"I think I'd better talk with Marcia first."
"Don't! It will only be a waste of time."