CHAPTER XX
But Billy Brewer was not the only, one to whom the day brought problems. When Geraldine Brand's were presented to her, they came from her evening paper which she read on the way home. No king had died. No murder had been committed. No political crisis had occurred. Space was plentiful, and news had been dull until the story sent in by a district correspondent from the St. Kilda court had gladdened a news editor's heart. It went on to the front page, headed "Black Eye Comedy," and the story, with an almost verbatim report of the evidence, lost nothing in the telling.
Geraldine read that damning story of the alleged activities of one, William Brewer, on the previous night, with ever-increasing indignation. But her indignation was levelled not at the culprit, so much as at his de
