Horror seemed to have seized hold of her.

Her eyes, fixed on the attorney's face, wavered and, had they followed their natural impulse, would have turned towards her brother, but her fear--possibly her love--was her counsellor and she brought them back to Mr.Fox.Resolutely, but with a shuddering insight of the importance of her reply, she answered with that one weighty monosyllable which can crush so many hopes, and even wreck a life: "No." At the next moment she was in Dr.Carpenter's arms.

Her strength had given way for the time, and the court was hastily adjourned, to give her opportunity for rest and recuperation.
XXXI "WERE HER HANDS CROSSED THEN ?" Threescore and ten I can remember well: Within the volume of which time, I have seen Hours dreadful, and things strange; but this sore night Hath trifled former knowledge.
_Macbeth_.
I shall say nothing about myself at this juncture.

That will come later.
I have something of quite different purport to relate.
When I left the court-room with the other witnesses, I noticed a man standing near the district attorney.

He was a very plain man--with no especial claims to attention, that I could see, yet I looked at him longer than I did at any one else, and turned and looked at him again as I passed through the doorway.
Afterward I heard that he was Sweetwater, the detective from New York who had had so much to do in unearthing the testimony against Arthur,--testimony which in the light of this morning's revelations, had taken on quite a new aspect, as he was doubtless the first to acknowledge.