Every eye in court saw it, and a thrill ran through the crowd.
Faradeane’s lips quivered, and his hand grasped the front of the dock; but he did not acknowledge her salutation in any other way.
“By Heaven, she’ll believe in him if they bring him in guilty twice over!” muttered Colonel Summerford to the solicitor.
That gentleman merely shrugged his shoulders.
Then the usher cried, “Silence!” A deep hush fell upon the court, and the clerk rose to read the indictment. “Prisoner at the bar, do you plead ‘guilty,’ or ‘not guilty’?” he demanded.
One could have heard a pin drop, so intense was the silence, as all breathlessly awaited the answer. It came:
“Guilty.”
A murmur arose, a dull sound of amazement.
“Silence!”
The judge leaned forward, and regarded the calm, set face with grave attention.