“From whom?”
“Steel. There is to be an inquest at Boland’s Farm.”
Catherine read it, and the lawyer’s also, an angry glow welling up into her eyes. She crumpled the letters in her hand, and stood silent a moment, with quivering lips.
“Now, now—I know—”
Murchison stared at her like one half-dazed.
“You have read it?”
“Yes. A blunder! No, I’ll not believe it, James; there is malice here. I read it in Betty Steel’s eyes last night.”
“But the facts,” and he groaned.
“Facts! Are they facts? Is Parker Steel infallible? Wait, I know what I will do.”
Murchison’s eyes watched her like the eyes of a dog.