"Juror Number Six, how do you find?" Bax. I knew his vote before he cast it. He turned his back.
Where did it stand now? Four guilty, two innocent!
My heart began to pound. It felt as if I were standing on the edge of a deep water. Where was it, that I groped after? I tried to shut myself in and think.
The semi-circle was almost completed. The voice had reached the juror on my left. Six men stood with their backs to John Hastings. Five stood with their arms outstretched, "Juror Number Twelve, how do you find?"
I asked for help then. I asked the Lord to turn the pages. And I asked Him to help Kitson too. Kitson raised his arms high. The score was even.
It waited until then to come. The piece ... the little piece, falling on my brain from that half-forgotten book.
"Juror Number Thirteen, how do—?"
"Mr. Questioner," I cried. "I would like to interpose."
"It is incorrect procedure to interrupt the vote—"
"Yes, yes, I know." My voice shook. "But there is something I just remembered. Something pertinent to what John Hastings saw."