Chapter 32

“Excuse my interrupting you in the evening, but I had to leave court early, you know, and I wanted to find out how things went after I left,” she explained. World-worn old Ephraim Tutt, sad, childless, and lonely, held out his withered arms to radiant youth. How charming her lithe, almost boyish figure, how lovely the smile on her flushed cheeks, how brilliant the light in her brown eyes! To hell with ethics! “Why, my dear!” he answered, pushing a chair toward the fire. “The case—is—I hope—going—very well!” It was …