|Chapter Title||HE SHALL HEAR ME!|
|Newspaper Title||Cairns Post (Qld. : 1884 - 1893)|
|Trove Title||Hand and Ring|
"RE SHALL HEAB ME!"
Thc time is midnight, thc day thc same as that which saw the irruption of Hickory into Professor Darling's observatory ; the scene that of Hiss Dare's own room in the north-east tower. She is standing before a table with a letter in her hand and a look upon her face that, if seen, would have added much to the puzzlement of the de-
The letter was from Mr. Orcutt and ran thus :
" I have seen Mr. Mansell, and have en- gaged myself to undertake his defence. When I tell you that out of the hundreds of cases I have tried in my still short life, I have lost but a small percentage, you will
understand what this means.
" Ia pursuance toyourwishes, I mentioned your name to the prisoner with an intimation that I had a message from you to deliver. But he stopped me before I could utter a word. ' I receive no communication from Miss Dare !' he declared, and, anxious as I reaUy was to do your bidding, I was com- pelled to refrain ; for his tone was one of
hatred and his look that of ineffable scorn."
This was all, bnt it waa enough. < Imogene had read these words over three times, and
now was reidy to plunge the letter into thc flame of a candle to destroy it. As it burned, her grief and indignation took
" He is alienated, completely alienated," she gasped ; " and I do not wonder. But," and here the full majesty of ber nature broke forth in one grand gesture, "he shall hear me yet ! As there is a God above, he shall hear me yet, even if it has to be in the open court and ia the presence of judge and jury!"