In a day or two he received a reply. The official
envelope almost startled him at first. Inside was written this:
"You have been kind. I thank you for everything. Try to
think kindly of me, whatever happens; I shall be conscious of it,
and it will give me strength.
I. S."
The week went by, and Ida again appeared in court.
Mr. Woodstock went with Waymark, out of curiosity, he said. The
statement of the case against the prisoner sounded very grave. What
Harriet had said about the discovery of the pawn-ticket for her
silver spoon was true. Ida's face was calm, but paler yet and
thinner. When she caught sight of Harriet Casti, she turned her eyes
away quickly, and with a look of trouble. She desired to ask no
question, simply gave her low and distinct "Not guilty." She was
committed for trial.
Waymark watched Mr. Woodstock, who was examining Ida all the time;
he felt sure that he heard something like a catching of the breath
when the girl's face first became visible.
"And what's your opinion?" asked Waymark.
"I couldn't see the girl very well," said the old man coldly.
"She hasn't quite a fortnight to wait."
"No."
"You're sure Helter will do all that can he done?"
"Yes.
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