Hammond realized that the best he could do for Howard was to cut short
Elinor’s testimony as quickly as possible. But he was not quicker than
she. In a moment she had grasped his intention. She wavered for a
second, then both hands went to her face and her head bowed forward as
she wept silently for a moment. Then she looked up, and it was with
stricken eyes and the bewildering despair of a child who did not
understand that she hurled the bomb that she knew would bring both
brother and mother into the dust. For a moment there was an awed
silence. The furious scribbling of the newspaper men could be heard. One
of them half stood up as he beckoned to a messenger boy in back of him.
“Here!” he whispered in a rasping voice that cut the stillness. “Shoot
this along for the extra. Tell the boss it’s the head!”
From where he stood facing the witness chair, John Hammond caught a
glance at the letters that sprawled across the one sheet of copy paper.
SOCIETY GIRL’S TESTIMONY CONVICTS BROTHER
Without another question, John Hammond sat down. The girl had beaten
him. For, in that moment of dueling, when the fate of her brother had
trembled in the balance, Elinor Benton had looked up with those stricken
eyes, those bewildered eyes of a child who did not understand, and her
arms had gone out toward her father pleadingly as she wailed; half
choked:
“Oh, Daddy! Daddy! I can’t say any more! Please, please, don’t let them
ask me any more! I—I—don’t want to incriminate Howard! You warned me
to be careful, but you see, they are forcing me to speak!”
At the harsh command of the coroner, Hugh Benton was compelled to
explain that his only warning to Elinor had been that she be absolutely
truthful.
But Elinor’s victory was complete. The jury returned the verdict of
manslaughter.
Elinor sat with her handkerchief to her eyes, her father’s arm
protectingly about her. Hammond jumped to his feet and rushed over to
her.
“I don’t blame you for weeping, Elinor. Let me congratulate you upon
your cleverness!”
“Why Mr. Hammond—I did the best I could! After you and Daddy spoke to
me, I thought it over,” Elinor looked up at him, as innocently as a
child, “and I decided that you were right. After all, he is my
brother—so you heard me tell them. I didn’t want to speak—they
forced——”
“Please don’t say another word.” Hammond made no effort to conceal his
contempt. “You may have succeeded in fooling a great many people,
Elinor, but you could never deceive me. You knew exactly what you were
doing, and said just the things you wanted to say, yet you made it
appear that every word you uttered was dragged from you. The only regret
I have is that Howard ever felt it his duty to defend you. You’re a
clever woman of the world, my dear, and you could cope with many a woman
of forty, despite your youth—and innocence!”
“Oh, Daddy!” Elinor sobbed as she hid her face in his coat sleeve. “Do
you hear what he is saying to me? I—I don’t deserve it!”
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