“Sure of what?” The steel-gray eyes were hard and cold.
“Sure he did it. He hasn’t said so.”
Reed’s laughter was harsh and without humor. “Nor he ain’t liable to. Right now he’s trying to fix up his alibi.”
“Aren’t you going to hear what he’s got to say?”
“He can tell it in court.”
Betty turned from him to the prisoner. “Why don’t you say something?”
She did not get past the defense of his sardonic smile. “What shall I say?”
“Tell him you didn’t do it,” she begged, seeking assurance for herself.
“Would he believe me? Would you?”
There came to her a conviction that she would—if he said it in a way to inspire confidence.