I hoped from the bottom of my heart all would yet be right. I hated the thought of going to jail, even if only for a few hours. I knew the stain would cling.
"What did Mr. Banker do after I left?" I asked.
"None of your business," growled Mr. Stillwell.
"He did not think I was guilty," I went on.
"I don't care what he thought."
"And Mr. Mason; did he think I was guilty?"
"Mr. Mason is a fool—always was."
From this I inferred that my lawyer friend had thought as Mr. Banker did—that I was innocent. This gave me not a little satisfaction.
"How did you come to meet Ranson?" he asked after a pause.
"I might say that it was none of your business" I began.
"You scamp!"
"But I will not. I saved Mr. Ranson's life."
"Saved his life! I want none of your jokes, please!"
"I am not joking. He says I saved his life, and I am willing to take his word for it."
"How was it?"
"I was on board a boat, and his boat was swamped, so I pulled him on board."
"And so you became friends?"
