room. Neither could the nattily dressed women of the Hedgewood summer colony and the other resorts for miles around who regarded it as much more thrilling than dashing into town for the matinee and who flocked into the hot, stuffy courtroom to stare particularly at Carmelita's obvious distress and to whisper in rapid undertones until warned by the bailiff. Neither could the scattering of native Hedgewoodian women nor the contingent of males of no particular occupation and description which one inevitably finds attending trials everywhere.
Carmelita had insisted upon attending the trial though she could do nothing more than sit beside Dudley behind the long, flat table just under the judge's bench and squeeze his hand encouragingly at intervals. Gordon Kendall, sitting on the other side of Dudley, thought grimly that he could not even do that much. It looked like a prearranged affair. Sanford Drake, his hands resting upon the head of his cane and his slate eyes looking fixedly straight ahead, sat in the front row just the other side of the railing that divided off the principals in the case. Also in the front row but nearer the jury box were two very fat, turbaned Hindus. No one knew who they were but Gordon Kendall had observed them talking to Banning before the trial and he
