"I will."

"Then--if you should find anything, bring it to us; to the police;
later, if you must, but to us first."

"When?"

"In the morning. We will not leave until we hear from you."

She held out her hand, first to McWhirter, then to me. I kept it
a little longer than I should have, perhaps, and she did not take
it away.

"It is such a comfort," she said, "to have you with us and not
against us! For Marshall didn't do it, Leslie--I mean--it is hard
for me to think of you as Dr. Leslie! He didn't do it. At first,
we thought he might have, and he was delirious and could not
reassure us. He swears he did not. I think, just at first, he was
afraid he had done it; but he did not. I believe that, and you must."

I believed her--I believed anything she said. I think that if she
had chosen to say that I had wielded the murderer's axe on the Ella,
I should have gone to the gallows rather than gainsay her. From
that night, I was the devil's advocate, if you like. I was
determined to save Marshall Turner.

She wished us to take her taxicab, dropping her at her hotel; and,
reckless now of everything but being with her, I would have done
so. But McWhirter's discreet cough reminded me of the street-car