“It very seldom does help anybody, Sam.”
“I guess that’s so, sir.”
There was a long pause, which Mr. Parker ended.
“Sam, we’ve got to consider the next step—no doubt you have considered it; for it necessarily follows your statement. You’ve declared your faith, so to speak; now you’ve got to supplement faith with works.”
The boy nodded. “I know, sir. They’ve locked up Peter Groche. We—I, that is—have got to get him out; for he’s innocent.”
“Precisely.”
Sam could not repress a shudder. “He’s in the police station for something I did. When they release him, I suppose I’ll have to take his place. I don’t know much about law, but that would seem to be—er—er—to be——”
“Essential justice?” queried his father.
“That—that’s my idea, sir.”
“I see. But how do you plan to bring it about?”