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ā€œDreadful! Dreadful!ā€ put in Samuel. ā€œI really canā€™t grasp it yet. I canā€™t! It doesnā€™t seem possible that any one of my blood could be guilty of such a thing!ā€ And then getting up and walking the floor in real and crushing distress and fear. His family! Gilbert and his future! Bella, with all her ambitions and dreams! And Sondra! And Finchley!

He clinched his hands. He knitted his brows and tightened his lips. He looked at Smillie, who, immaculate and sleek, showed nevertheless the immense strain that was on him, shaking his head dismally whenever Griffiths looked at him.

And then after nearly an hour and a half more of such questioning and requestioning as to the possibility of some other interpretation than the data furnished by Smillie would permit, Griffiths, senior, pausing and declaring: ā€œWell, it does look bad, I must say. Still, in the face of what you tell me, I canā€™t find it in me to condemn completely without more knowledge than we have here. There may be some other facts not as yet come to lightā ā€”he wonā€™t talk, you say, about most thingsā ā€”some little details we donā€™t know aboutā ā€”some slight excuse of some kindā ā€”for without that this does appear to be a most atrocious crime. Has Mr. Brookhart got in from Boston?ā€

ā€œYes, sir, heā€™s here,ā€ replied Gilbert. ā€œHe telephoned Mr. Smillie.ā€

ā€œWell, have him come out here at two this afternoon to see me. Iā€™m too tired to talk more about this right now. Tell him all that you have told me, Smillie. And then come back here with him at two. It may be that he will have some suggestion to make that will be of value to us, although just what I canā€™t see. Only one thing I want to sayā ā€”I hope he isnā€™t guilty. And I want every proper step taken to discover whether he is or not, and if not, to defend him to the limit of the law. But no more than that. No trying to save anybody who is guilty of such a thing as thisā ā€”no, no, no!ā ā€”not even if he is my nephew! Not me! Iā€™m not that kind of a man! Trouble or no troubleā ā€”disgrace or no disgraceā ā€”Iā€™ll do what I can to help him if heā€™s innocentā ā€”if thereā€™s even the faintest reason for believing so. But guilty? No! Never! If this boy is really guilty, heā€™ll have to take the consequences. Not a dollarā ā€”not a pennyā ā€”of my money will I devote to anyone who could be guilty of such a crime, even if he is my nephew!ā€

And turning and slowly and heavily moving toward the rear staircase, while Smillie, wide-eyed, gazed after him in awe. The power of him! The decision of him! The fairness of him in such a deadly crisis! And Gilbert equally impressed, also sitting and staring. His father was a man, really. He might be cruelly wounded and distressed, but, unlike himself, he was neither petty nor revengeful.

And next Mr. Darrah Brookhart, a large, well-dressed, well-fed, ponderous and cautious corporation lawyer, with one eye half concealed by a drooping lid and his stomach rather protuberant, giving one the impression of being mentally if not exactly physically suspended, balloon-wise, in some highly rarefied atmosphere where he was moved easily hither and yon by the lightest breath of previous legal interpretations or decisions of any kind. In the absence of additional facts, the guilt of Clyde (to him) seemed obvious. Or, waiving that, as he saw it after carefully listening to Smillieā€™s recounting of all the suspicious and incriminating circumstances, he would think it very difficult to construct an even partially satisfactory defense, unless there were some facts favoring Clyde which had not thus far appeared. Those two hats, that bagā ā€”his slipping away like that. Those letters. But he would prefer to read them. For upon the face of the data so far, unquestionably public sentiment would be all against Clyde and in favor of the dead girl and her poverty and her class, a situation which made a favorable verdict in such a backwoods county seat as Bridgeburg almost impossible. For Clyde, although himself poor, was the nephew of a rich man and hitherto in good standing in Lycurgus society. That would most certainly tend to prejudice country-born people against him. It would probably be better to ask for a change of venue so as to nullify the force of such a prejudice.

On the other hand, without first sending a trained cross-examiner to Clydeā ā€”one, who being about to undertake the defense should be able to extract the facts from him on the plea that on his truthful answers depended his lifeā ā€”he would not be able to say whether there was any hope or not. In his office was a certain Mr. Catchuman, a very able man, who might be sent on such a mission and on whose final report one could base a reasonable opinion. However, there were now various other aspects of such a case as this which, in his estimation, needed to be carefully looked into and decided upon. For, of course, as Mr. Griffiths and his son so well knew, in Utica, New York City, Albany (and now that he came to think of it, more particularly in Albany, where were two brothers, Canavan & Canavan, most able if dubious individuals), there were criminal lawyers deeply versed in the abstrusities and tricks of the criminal law. And any of themā ā€”no doubtā ā€”for a sufficient retainer, and irrespective of the primary look of a situation of this kind, might be induced to undertake such a defense. And, no doubt, via change of venue, motions, appeals, etc., they might and no doubt would be able to delay and eventually effect an ultimate verdict of something less than death, if such were the wish of the head of this very important family. On the other hand, there was the undeniable fact that such a hotly contested trial as this would most assuredly prove to be would result in an enormous amount of publicity,

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