I myself could not repress a
little shudder.
"You thought that would be the natural thing for Mr. Swain to do, did
you not?" the coroner inquired.
"Yes--I thought he might wish to see me safe." Then she stopped,
leaning forward in her chair and staring first at Goldberger and then
at me. "What is it?" she whispered, her hands against her heart. "Oh,
what is it? You don't mean--you can't mean--oh, tell me! It isn't Fred
you suspect! It can't be Fred!"
It was Dr. Hinman who laid a gentle and quieting hand upon her
shoulder, and it was his grave voice which answered her.
"Yes," he said, "there are some things which seem to implicate Mr.
Swain; but both Mr. Lester and I are certain he isn't guilty. We're
going to prove it!"
She looked up at him with a grateful smile.
"Thank you!" she gasped. "I--wait a moment--I was silly to give way
so. Of course you will prove it! It's absurd!" And then she stopped
and looked at Goldberger. "Do _you_ believe it?" she demanded.
Goldberger flushed a little under her gaze.
"I don't know what to believe, Miss Vaughan," he said. "I'm searching
for the truth."
"So are we all," I said.
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