Wielert looked at Hilda earnestly, then let his glance wander over the still courtroom. He was most deliberate. At last he said, "I see her again."
"Point her out," said the magistrate—it was evidently with an effort that he broke that straining silence.
"That lady there." Wielert pointed at a woman sitting just outside the inclosure, with her face half-hid by her hand.
A sigh of relief swelled from the crowd. Paul Brauner sobbed.
"Why, she's our witness!" exclaimed Hanlon, forgetting himself.
The magistrate rapped sharply, and, looking toward the woman, said, "Stand up, Madam. Officer, assist her!"
The court officer lifted her to her feet. Her hand dropped and revealed the drawn, twitching face of Sophie Liebers.
"Your Honor," said Hanlon hurriedly, "that is the woman upon whose statement we made our case. She told us she saw Hilda Brauner coming from the family entrance just before the alarm was given."
"Are you sure she's the woman you saw?" said the magistrate to Wielert. "Be careful what you say."
"That's her," answered Wielert. "I see her often. She live across the street from Meinert's."