be all over before they could get to their seats.
Kendall rose and said, "The defense rests."
He was a gentleman but he could not resist a significant glance at his chagrined colleague, Banning.
Judge McIntyre made a short charge entirely favorable to the defense and delivered the case into the hands of the jury. No jury would have dared to convict. The mob was coming back, orderly now but watchful, standing twenty rows deep in the space at the rear of the courtroom. The air was electric, and the currents were all sympathetic with Mr. and Mrs. Dudley Drake.
Holmes, the foreman of the jury, proprietor of the Hedgewood stationery and newspaper store, seemed to have been waiting for the moment when he could take an active hand. He now bustled among the other jurors. There were emphatic nods as he asked each the same question. And his fat smiling face wore a broad grin as he turned to the judge and nodded also.
"Has the jury arrived at a verdict?" asked Judge McIntyre, as if he could not guess in advance that they had.
An attendant motioned to Dudley to stand up.
"Jury, look upon the prisoner. Prisoner,
