With ferocious glances at the Bench, as if they would like to tear the chairman's eyes out, the women leave the court.
'Next case,' calls the Clerk.

The court sits about two hours longer, having taken some five hours to get through six cases.

Just as the chairman rises the poacher's wife returns to the table, without her child, angrily pulls out a dirty canvas bag, and throws down three or four sovereigns before the seedy Clerk's clerk.

The canvas bag is evidently half-full of money--the gleam of silver and gold is visible within it.

The Bench stay to note this proceeding with an amused expression on their features.