His manner was troubled.
"What did he want ?" Mrs.Dinneford repeated the question.
"He's as sane as you or I," said Freeling.
"Is he?
Oh, very well! Then let him go to the State's prison." Mrs.
Dinneford said this with some bravado in her manner.

But the color did not come back to her face.
"He has no idea of that," was replied.
"What then ?" The lady leaned toward Freeling.

Her hands moved nervously.
"He means to have the case in court again, but on a new issue." "He does!" "Yes; says that he's innocent, and that you and I know it--that he's the victim of a conspiracy, and that we are the conspirators!" "Talk!--amounts to nothing," returned Mrs.Dinneford, with a faint little laugh.
"I don't know about that.

It's ugly talk, and especially so, seeing that it's true." "No one will give credence to the ravings of an insane criminal." "People are quick to credit an evil report.

They will pity and believe him, now that the worst is reached.