"We will see as to that," replied Duff Salter. "I had hoped to respect the lady's privacy, but Mr. Zane has refused to testify. Call Agnes Wilt."
All in the magistrate's office rose at the mention of this name, only Andrew Zane keeping his seat amid the crowd. Calvin Van de Lear officiously sought to assist the witness in, but Duff Salter pressed him back and gave the sad and beautiful woman his arm. She was sworn, and stood there blushing and pale by turns.
"What is your name?" asked Duff Salter gently. "Speak very plain, so that all these good friends of yours may make no mistake."
"My name," replied the lady, "is Agnes Zane. I am the wife of Mr. Andrew Zane."
"Very good," said Duff Salter soothingly. "You are the wife of Andrew Zane; wedded how long ago, madam?"
"Eight months."
"Do you see any person in this court-room, Mrs. Zane, that you wish to identify? Let all be seated."
Poor Agnes looked timidly around the place, and saw a person, at whom all were gazing, rise and reach his arms toward her.
"Gracious God!" she whispered, "is it he?"
"It is, dear wife," cried Andrew Zane. "Come to my heart."