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tional thing in England, this trial of Cosmo Graeme for the murder of the Earl of Roakby, That cursed K. C. acting as though he were going in to bat for his house at some school cricket game Then he was aware of a momentary flutter and of the clerk conferring with the presiding judge.
“Is the jury satisfactory?” Micky seemed to hear the latter asking.
“Perfectly, me lud.”
“Yes, me lud.”
Then through the haze of his pipe smoke he had a dim visica of the end of this human hunt. He heard the Chief Justice blow his nose saw him throw back the hood of his gown and listened while he proceeded to expound to the impressed and awe-stricken jury the law of England, which was that Cosmo Graeme, the prisoner at the bar, had not a leg to stand on and that on the evidence they were obliged to return a verdict of guilty of murder, and that he so charged,—and that they might retire to deliberate.
He saw the usher open the gate, and the jury looking very much frightened, file slowly out leaving the prisoner in his place, his head in143
