At six o’clock there was a hurried stir in the court-room. The crowd surged into its doors and packed every inch of space.
The jury were filing in with their verdict.
The judge solemnly took his seat, and the clerk summoned Gordon to stand up.
The giant figure rose with dignity and his steel-gray eyes pierced the jury.
The foreman’s lips moved:
“Guilty of murder in the first degree!”
A long breath, a stir, a murmur, and then a broken sob from a woman’s heart. Her arms were around his neck, her head on his breast, and her swollen lips in low, piteous tones cried:
“My darling!”