"This is your desire, Mr. Bivens?" the judge asked with some severity.
"Yes," the financier fiercely replied.
"And yet you say that you are a Christian—well, see to it—your Master says:
"'He that saith I love God and hateth his brother is a liar.' Henry Woodman, stand up!"
"The judgment of this court is that sentence in your case be suspended so long as you obey the law."
A murmur of applause rippled the crowd, and a muttered oath fell from Bivens's livid lips.
"And I may say to you, Henry Woodman, that my faith is profound that you will never appear in this court again. And if you ever need the help of a friend you'll find one if you come to me. You are a free man."
Stuart hurried the doctor out of the crowd. He had important work yet to do. He determined that no story of the scene should ever be printed in a New York paper. He would save Harriet that, too.
As the court adjourned Bivens cursed his lawyers in a paroxysm of helpless rage.
"Why didn't you appeal?" he stormed.