He stared at the open letter as if it possessed the eyes of a basilisk.
Instantly he recognized the power behind the scenes, and was no longer surprised at his failures. And he turned upon his companion a look of sullen submission.
"I know better than to kick against Bathurst," he said doggedly. "What does he want me to do?"
"That's just what we are going to talk about," said the stranger, coolly. "Draw your chair up closer, Jerry."
CHAPTER XL.
"TOO YOUNG TO DIE."
Over days, filled with weary waiting and marked by few incidents and no discoveries, we pass with one glance.
Clifford Heath's trial follows close upon his indictment. A month rolls away, and with the first days of winter comes the assembling of judge and jury, and his case is the first one called.
During the weeks that have intervened between his arrest and this day of his trial, Constance has been his bravest champion and truest friend; she has stimulated him to hope, and incited him to courage, with loving, cheerful words, while clinging desperately to a last remnant of her own sinking hope.