I heard one little gasp; then a low prayer: 'Tell Arthur never--never--again to--' Then--silence!" Sobs--cries--veiled faces--then silence in the courtroom, too.

It was broken but by one sound, a heartrending sigh from the prisoner.

But nobody looked at him, and thank God!--nobody looked at me.

Every eye was on the face of this young girl, whose story bore such an impress of truth, and yet was so contradictory of all former evidence.

What revelations were yet to follow.