Prosecutor Murgatroyd paused for an instant and placed finger-tip against finger-tip, then he answered slowly:—
"Frankly speaking, I do. I believe," he went on, speaking as though with conviction, "that Challoner would do anything."
Shirley shook her head.
"It's impossible! Why, the Challoners have any amount of money!"
Murgatroyd shrugged his shoulders.
"Challoner's wife has, but——"
"It's the same thing," Shirley protested; "and she just adores him—you do not know how much she adores him, Billy!"
Again Murgatroyd shrugged his shoulders.
"But how about him?"
The girl shook her head and answered somewhat sadly:—