“Have Stan take the board!”
“Where’s Larry? Larry!”
“Get Red—get Red, for God’s sake!”
“That’s my chair—snap out of it, will you?”
“Watch for that flash—Bill’s going to signal.”
“Dorothy!”
“Get to that door!”
And silence as sudden as the tumult. Through the left-hand door were coming two quiet, familiar figures, and through the right-hand door one robed in black. The clock over the courthouse door stood at a quarter to seven.
“Is there an officer at that door?” Judge Carver’s voice was harsh with anger. “Officer, take that door. No one out of it or in it until the verdict has been delivered.”
Despairing eyes exchanged frantic glances. Well, but what about the last edition? They’re holding the presses until seven. What about the last edition? Hurry, hurry!