"Ay, a good number."
"Take down their names and send them all away. Tell them I cannot see them until six to-night."
"Very well."
The doctor returned to Judge Bolitho again. "Now let's hear your story from end to end," he said.
When their interview closed, Dr. White looked, if possible, grimmer than usual, and when he visited his patients that afternoon more than one wondered what was the matter with him. He did not seem himself at all. Evidently his mind was much perturbed.
Judge Bolitho did not return to Paul's house until nearly five o'clock. As he came to the door, Mary met him with eager questions on her lips, but those questions were never asked. The ghastly look on his face made it impossible for her to speak.
"It's all over," he said hoarsely.
"All over? What's all over?"
"The trial. I've just telephoned to Manchester."
The girl stood looking at him with horror in her eyes.