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himself facing Narcissa across the desk in his dingy office, his expression was like that<br />
when he had put the forty-two dollars into the pot.<br />
"I only wish it weren't your brother," he said. "I hate to see a brother-in-arms, you<br />
might say, with a bad case." She was watching him with a blank, enveloping look. "After<br />
all, we've got to protect society, even when it does seem that society does not need<br />
protection."<br />
"Are you sure he cant win?" she said.<br />
"Well, the first principle of law is, God alone knows what the jury will do. Of<br />
course, you cant expect--"<br />
"But you dont think he will."<br />
"Naturally, I--"<br />
"You have good reason to think he cant. I suppose you know things about it that<br />
he doesn't."<br />
He looked at her briefly. Then he picked up a pen from his desk and began to<br />
scrape at the point with a paper cutter. "This is purely confidential. I am violating my<br />
oath of office. I wont have to tell you that. But it may <strong>save</strong> you worry to know that he<br />
hasn't a chance in the world. I know what the disappointment will be to him, but that cant<br />
be helped. We happen to know that the man is guilty. So if there's any way you know of<br />
to get your brother out of the case, I'd advise you to do it. A losing lawyer is like a losing<br />
anything else, ballplayer or merchant or doctor: his business is to-"<br />
"So the quicker he loses, the better it would be, wouldn't it?" she said. "If they<br />
hung the man and got it over with." His hands became perfectly still. He did not look up.<br />
She said, her tone cold and level: "I have reasons for wanting Horace out of this case. The<br />
sooner the better. Three nights ago the Snopes, the one in the legislature, telephoned out<br />
home, trying to find him. The next day he went to Memphis. I dont know what for. You'll<br />
have to find that out yourself. I just want Horace out of this business as soon as possible."<br />
She rose and moved toward the door. He hobbled over to open it; again she put<br />
that cold, still, unfathomable gaze upon him as though he were a dog or a cow and she<br />
waited for it to get out of her path. Then she was gone. He closed the door and struck a<br />
clumsy clogstep, snapping his fingers just as the door opened again; he snapped his hands<br />
toward his tie and looked at her in the door, holding it open.<br />
"What day do you think it will be over with?" she said.<br />
"Why, I cuh-- Court opens the twentieth," he said. "It will be the first case. Say . .<br />
. Two days. Or three at the most, with your kind assistance. And I need not assure you<br />
that this will be held in strictest confidence between us . . ." He moved toward her, but<br />
her blank calculating gaze was like a wall, surrounding him.<br />
"That will be the twenty-fourth." Then she was looking at him again. "Thank<br />
you," she said, and closed the door.<br />
That night she wrote Belle that Horace would be home on the twenty-fourth. She<br />
telephoned Horace and asked for Belle's address.<br />
"Why?" Horace said.<br />
"I'm going to write her a letter," she said, her voice tranquil, without threat.<br />
Dammit, Horace thought, holding the dead wire in his hand, How can I be expected to<br />
<strong>com</strong>bat people who will not even employ subterfuge. But soon he forgot it, forgot that<br />
she had called. He did not see her again before the trial opened.