“Have you told him?” Elithe asked, and Tom replied: “No, and don’t mean
to either till the next trial. You see, it will look better for him and
more innocent like to go back, knowing nothing, and then, Lord, won’t
there be a sensation when they bring in the defence, and I am called as
a witness and spring it on ’em. I can see your aunt’s face now. Wouldn’t
wonder if she jumped up and hugged me. She’s great on Mr. Paul.”
He laughed and cried both and Elithe cried, too, with pity for him and
joy for Paul, who was virtually free.
“I must tell auntie,” she said. “I shall burst if I have to keep it from
every one. She is safe as I am, and then she will not be so excited when
she has to testify as she was before.”
Tom laughed as he recalled Miss Hansford’s manner on the stand, but
fully appreciated Elithe’s dislike to have it repeated.
“Well, tell the old lady if you wish to,” he said, “and maybe she’ll
bring me apple pies and things when I’m in jail instead of him. You’ll
come and see me some time?”
Elithe took his hand and said:
“I’ll come, yes,—and so will everybody, and I don’t believe they’ll do
anything to you, either, when they know just how it happened. They’ll
blame you for keeping still so long,—but giving yourself up voluntarily
will wipe that out. I was very angry with you at first. I think you a
hero now, so will Mr. Ralston, and he and his father will do everything
to save you.”
She pressed his hand warmly, and then hurried home with the news,
feeling herself grow stronger with every step and looking so bright and
happy when she entered the house that her aunt noticed the change and
asked what had happened.
“The man is found,—the man is found,” Elithe replied, curveting around
the room and finally dropping into the two-step she had practiced with
Paul on the causeway, and whistling an accompaniment.
“Be you crazy? What man is found?” Miss Hansford asked, divining the
answer before it came.
“The man who shot Mr. Percy. It was not Paul. I was mistaken. It was
Tom. He has told me all about it and is going to give himself up.”
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