“Don’t take cold, now you’re hot,” Constance advised.
But he would keep near the door. Soon he ran off again.
And perhaps fifteen seconds after he had gone, the strident cry of a Signal boy was heard in the distance, faint and indistinct at first, then clearer and louder.
“There’s a paper!” said the apprentice.
“Sh!” said Constance, listening.
“Sh!” echoed Miss Insull.
“Yes, it is!” said Constance. “Miss Insull, just step out and get a paper. Here’s a halfpenny.”
The halfpenny passed quickly from one thimbled hand to another. Miss Insull scurried.
She came in triumphantly with the sheet, which Constance tremblingly took. Constance could not find the report at first. Miss Insull pointed to it, and read—
“‘Summing up!’ Lower down, lower down! ‘After an absence of thirty-five minutes the jury found the prisoner guilty of murder, with a recommendation to mercy. The judge assumed the black cap and pronounced sentence of death, saying that he would forward the recommendation to the proper quarter.’”