The people in the audience bent forward eagerly to look into
the bar, those in the rear of the room rising to their feet.
The noise seemed to startle her, and she sank back into her chair and
sat there white and motionless during the remainder of the session.
Sharpman arose. "I believe that is our case," he said.
"Then you rest here?" asked the judge.
"We rest."
His Honor continued: "It is now adjourning time and Saturday night. I
think it would be impossible to conclude this case, even by holding an
evening session; but perhaps we can get through with the testimony so
that witnesses may be excused. What do you say, Mr. Goodlaw?"
Goodlaw arose. "It may have been apparent to the court," he said,
"that the only effort being put forth by the defence in this case is
an effort to learn as much of the truth as possible. We have called no
witnesses to contradict the testimony offered, and we expect to call
none. But, lest something should occur of which we might wish to take
advantage, we ask that the evidence be not closed until the meeting of
court on Monday next."
"Is that agreeable to you, Mr. Sharpman?" inquired the judge.
"Perfectly," replied that lawyer, his face beaming with good nature.
He knew that Goodlaw had given up the case and that his path was now
clear.
"Then, crier," said the judge, "you may adjourn the court until Monday
next, at two o'clock in the afternoon."
CHAPTER XII.
AT THE GATES OF PARADISE.
The result of the trial seemed to be a foregone conclusion.
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