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himself, sat straight, looked back and waited.



She smiled with closed lips. "Very good," she murmured. Crisply:
"I saw an item about you in a Chicago paper which interested me.
So I came to learn more for myself. You seem to be the victim of
circumstances."



Lockridge shrugged. "I don't want to give you a sob story," he said,
"but yes, that's right. Are you a reporter?"



"No. I am only concerned with seeing justice done. Does that
surprise you?" she asked on a sardonic note.



He considered. "I reckon so. There're people like Erle Stanley
Gardner, but your kind of lady-"



"Has better ways to spend her time than crusading." She grinned.
"True. I need some help myself. Perhaps you are the one who can
give it."



Lockridge's world was tilting around him. "Can't you hire
somebody, Ma'm-Miss?"



"Some qualities cannot be bought, they must be given, and I have
not the means to search deeply." Warmth entered her tone. "Tell
me about your situation."



"Why, you saw the papers."



"In your own words. Please."