The jurymen were shaking hands with the district attorney.
"Adjourn court!" I heard the judge remark.
With a whoop, the spectators in the court-room crowded upon our heels and surged up to the grating before the door.
"There's Gottlieb!" cried one.

"The little fellow!" "And that's Quibble--the pale chap with the thin face!" said another.
"Damn you! Get out of the way!" I shouted threateningly.
"There go the shysters!" retorted the crowd.

"Sing Sing's the best place for them!" The keeper opened the door and motioned back the spectators.

I staggered through, shackled to my partner and dragging him along with me.

As the door clanged to I heard some one say: "There goes the last of the firm of Gottlieb & Quibble!".