as he paced to and fro over the echoing stones. "Better that the last of the Fitzgeralds should perish like a common thief than that she should know the bitter truth. If I engage a lawyer to defend me," he went on, "the first question he will ask me will be where was I on that night, and if I tell him all will be discovered, and then—no—no—I cannot do it; it would kill her, my darling," and throwing himself down on the bed, he covered his face with his hands.
He was roused by the opening of the door of his cell, and on looking up saw that it was Calton who entered. He was a great friend of Fitzgerald's, and Brian was deeply touched by his kindness in coming to see him. Duncan Calton had a kindly heart, and was anxious to help Brian, but there was also a touch of self-interest in the matter. He had received a note from Mr. Frettlby, asking him to defend Fitzgerald, which he agreed to with avidity, as he foresaw in this case an opportunity for his name becoming known throughout the Australian colonies. It is true that he was already a celebrated lawyer, but his reputation was purely a local one, and as he foresaw that Fitzgerald's trial for murder would cause a great sensation throughout Australia and New Zealand, therefore determined to take advantage of it as another step in the ladder which led to fame, wealth and position. So this tall, keen-eyed man, with the clean shaven face and expressive mouth, advanced into the cell, and took Brian by the hand.
"It is kind of you to come and see me," said Fitzgerald; "it is at a time like this that one appreciates friendship."
"Yes, of course," answered the lawyer, fixing his keen eyes on the other's haggard face, as if he would read his uttermost thoughts. "I came partly on my own account, and partly because Frettlby asked to see you as to your defense."
"Mr. Frettlby?" said Brian, in a mechanical way. "He is very kind; I thought he believed me guilty."
"No man is considered guilty until he has been proved so," answered Calton, evasively.
Brian noticed how guarded the answer was, for he heaved an impatient sigh.
"And Miss Frettlby?" he asked, in a hesitating manner. This time he got a decided answer.
