"You need write only a summary."
He seized the pen and dipped it into the ink and for a moment held it shaking over a sheet of paper.
"I cannot shape it--the words won't come."
"Shall I dictate it then?"
"Do! Please do!"
"You are willing to confess everything?"
"Everything!"
Katherine stood thinking for a moment at his side.
"Ready, then. Write, 'I embezzled funds from my church; Mr. Blake found me out, and replaced what I had taken, with no one being the wiser. Later, by the threat of exposing me if I refused, he compelled me to accuse Doctor West of accepting a bribe and still later he compelled me to testify in court against Doctor West. Mr. Blake's purpose in so doing was to remove Doctor West from his position, ruin the water-works, and buy them in at a bargain. I hereby confess and declare, of my own free will, that I have been guilty of lying and of perjury.' Do you want to say that?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"'And I further confess and declare that Dr. David West is innocent in every detail of the charges made against him. Signed, Harold Sherman.'"
He dropped his pen and sprang up.
"And now may I go in to Elsie?"
"You may."
He hurried noiselessly across the room and through the door.
Katherine, picking up the precious paper she had worked so many months to gain, followed him. Miss Sherman saw them come in, but remained silent. Doctor West was bending over Elsie and did not hear their entrance.
Doctor Sherman tiptoed to the bedside, and stood gazing down, his breath held, hardly less pale than the soft-sleeping Elsie herself.
Presently Doctor West straightened up and perceived the young minister. He started, then held out his hand.
"Why, Doctor Sherman!" he whispered eagerly. "I'm so glad you've come at last!"
The younger man drew back.
"You won't be willing to shake hands with me--when you know." Then he took a quick half step forward. "But tell me," he breathed, "is there--is there any hope?"
"I dare not speak definitely yet--but I think she is going to live."
"Thank God!" cried the young man.
Suddenly he collapsed upon the floor and embraced Doctor West about the knees, and knelt there sobbing out broken bits of sentences.
"Why--why," stammered Doctor West in amazement, "what does this mean?"
Katherine moved forward. Her voice quavered, partly from joy, partly from pity for the anguished figure upon the floor.
"It means you are cleared, father! This will explain." And she gave him Doctor Sherman's confession.
The old man read it, then passed a bewildered hand across his face.
"I--I don't understand this!"
"I'll explain it later," said Katherine.
"Is--is this true?" It was to the young minister that Doctor West spoke.
"Yes. And more. I can't ask you to forgive me!" sobbed Doctor Sherman.
"It's beyond forgiveness! But I want to thank you for saving Elsie. At least you'll let me thank you for that!"
"What I have done here has been only my duty as a physician," said Doctor West gently. "As for the other matter"--he looked the paper through, still with bewilderment--"as for that, I'm afraid I am not the chief sufferer," he said slowly, gently. "I have been under a cloud, it is true, and I won't deny that it has hurt. But I am an old man, and it doesn't matter much. You are young, just beginning life.
Of us two you are the one most to be pitied."
"Don't pity me--please!" cried the minister. "I don't deserve it!"
"I'm sorry--so sorry!" Doctor West shook his head. Apparently he had forgotten the significance of this confession to himself. "I have always loved Elsie, and I have always admired you and been proud of you. So if my forgiveness means anything to you, why I forgive you with all my heart!"
A choking sound came from the bowed figure, but no words. His embracing arms fell away from Doctor West. He knelt there limply, his head bowed upon his bosom. There was a moment of breathless silence.
In the background Miss Sherman stood looking on, white, tense, dry-eyed.
Doctor Sherman turned slowly, fearfully, toward the bed.
"But, Elsie," he whispered in a dry, lost voice. "It's all bad--but that's the worst of all. When she knows, she never can forgive me!"
Katherine laid a hand upon his shoulder.
"If you think that, then you don't know Elsie. She will be pained, but she loves you with all her soul; she would forgive you anything so long as you loved her, and she would follow you through every misery to the ends of the world."
"Do you think so?" he breathed; and then he crept to the bed and buried his face upon it.
Katherine looked down upon him for a moment. Then her own concerns began flooding back upon her. She realized that she had not yet won the fight. She had only gained a weapon.
"I must go now," she whispered to her father, taking the paper from his hand.
Throbbing with returned excitement, she hurried out to the dimly comprehended, desperate effort that lay before her.
CHAPTER XXIV
BILLY HARPER WRITES A STORY
As Katherine crossed the porch and went down the steps she saw, entering the yard, a tall, square-hatted apparition.
"Is that you, Miss Katherine?" it called softly to her.