You
do--you do! I can see it in your eyes!"
"Believe me, Mrs. Camber," I answered, deeply moved, "I don't doubt
your word for a moment."
She continued to look at me for a while, and then turned to Val
Beverley.
"_You_ don't think he did," she sobbed, "do you?"
She looked such a child, such a pretty, helpless child, as she knelt
there on the carpet, that I felt a lump rising in my throat.
Val Beverley dropped down impulsively beside her and put her arms
around the slender shoulders.
"Of course I don't," she exclaimed, indignantly. "Of course I don't.
It's quite unthinkable."
"I know it is," moaned the other, raising her tearful face. "I love him
and know his great soul. But what do these others know, and they will
never believe _me_."
"Have courage," I said. "It has never failed you yet. Mr. Paul Harley
has promised to clear him by to-night."
"He has promised?" she whispered, still kneeling and clutching Val
Beverley tightly. She looked up at me with hope reborn in her beautiful
eyes. "He has promised? Oh, I thank him. May God bless him. I know he
will succeed."
I turned aside, and walked out across the hall and into the empty
study.
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