"Well, then, she shall!"
"Christina!"
"Miss Hope!"
Christina was inexpressibly grave; she trembled a little, but her voice was firm. "What must be, must be!" she said.
"But, Miss Hope, in person?"
"In person, yes."
"But how, when, where?"
"Very simply. On Friday. At the office of the District Attorney."
"And you can be certain of this?"
"I can."