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246 WAITING FOR THE VERDICT. seizing her, even in that moment of supreme anxiety. ‘‘And how about me ?”’ “Oh! you! You are two angels,’’ replied her lover, diplomatically. | : A faint smile crossed Gracie’s face. She was en- tirely appeased by the compliment, absurd as it was. ‘But tell me, Gillie,’’ she said, her thoughts re- verting again to her brother’s peril. ‘*Tell me the truth. Do you think they can convict him?” 3 Fletcher hesitated a moment, and then answered, truthfully: ‘““There’s no telling, dear. A British jury is so confoundedly—hem !—intelligent nowadays, there’s no telling what they’d do. For my part, I’d rather trust to the old cockalorum. Come, let’s go back.”’ They turned back to the court, and, as they did so, Treacher emerged from his concealment and fol- lowed them. After all, he reflected, it was well that he should be where he would receive the very first news of the verdict. | | ys But just as he was about to turn the corner he came face to face with another two of ‘Tom’s friends, who, humble as they were, were devoted heart and soul to the falsely accused man—Jim Palfrey and his little sweetheart, Becky Vetch. ‘“Good-day, Mr. Treacher,’’ said Palfrey, as he almost stumbled against the lawyer and with a polite- ness so exaggerated that it was scarcely less than an am GOmMIcbooks: co