"It is all a scheme for saving the most popular man in society.

Society! That for society!" he shouted out, snapping his fingers.

"He is president of the club; the pet of women; the admired of all the dolts and gawks who are taken with his style, his easy laughter, and his knack at getting at men's hearts.
He won't laugh so easily when he's up before a jury for murder; and he'll never again fool women or bulldoze men, even if they are weak enough to acquit him of this crime.

Enough of the smirch will stick to prevent that.

If it doesn't, I'll--" Again his hands went out in the horribly suggestive way they had done at his sister's funeral.