aroused himself out of his blue funk sufficiently to respond to the fervent kiss of Carmelita before the bailiff led him back to his cell.
Sanford Drake, having waited until the stream of the departing curious had filtered by, let himself through the gate into the railed enclosure and greeted Carmelita and the lawyer. His usually immobile face showed the strain he was under.
"Not going so well, eh, Kendall?" he demanded brusquely.
Kendall looked around cautiously, saw that Banning and his cohorts had departed, and admitted, "No, I'll put my man on the stand to-morrow. He's our only hope. No use trying to shake these people's stories to-day. They had the goods."
They appeared to be ignoring Carmelita. She stood beside the lawyer listening, one hand clutching the rail. Neither Kendall nor Sanford Drake wished to look her in the eye. They were still talking together as she walked out a little in front of them. When the lawyer and Sanford Drake reached the street through a side door to avoid the curious, they stepped into the banker's limousine, still paying no attention to her.
The limousine had gone a block in the direetion of New York when Sanford Drake put
