“You’re a young lady of one idea. No use arguing with you, I reckon.”
“Not the least use. I’ve talked with Mrs. Wylie.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Do I know the lady?”
“She will know you. That is more to the point.”
“Did she say she knew me?” he purred.
“She will say it in court—if it ever comes to that.”
“Just what will she say, if you please.”
Kate told him in four sentences with a stinging directness that was the outstanding note of her, that and a fine self-forgetful courage.
“Is that all? Comes to this then, that she says I heard her scream, ran in, and saved your father’s life. Is that a penitentiary offense? I don’t say it oughtn’t to be, but is it?”
“You helped the villain take his body into the cellar. You plotted with him to hold Father a prisoner there.”