"The incident is closed," went on the Court, rising. "You have your remedy—Good afternoon!" And he left the court-room.
And still Murgatroyd stood his ground while the others stood aloof. Presently two officers seized Challoner and disappeared with him through the barred door. Graham Thorne then approached the prosecutor and exclaimed:—
"Prosecutor, we have wondered all along just what your price might be. Now we know."
"The last dollar that a woman has," sneered Peter Broderick.
And still Murgatroyd gave no sign. It was only when Shirley Bloodgood approached him and he heard the tremor in her voice that the man trembled imperceptibly.
"Mr. Murgatroyd," she declared, "I am forced to believe all that Miriam has said. Oh, Billy, Billy, it is inconceivable that you are the man that I have respected all these years! You have lost the one thing I admired most in you." Her voice broke, and turning to Miriam, she cried: "Come, Miriam, dear, we're going home."
Mrs. Challoner touched Thorne upon the arm, and said with a final look at Murgatroyd:—
"I want you to take every legal measure to indict, to impeach this man, and I want you to begin at once."
After all had gone, Murgatroyd remained for some time where they had left him, imperturbable, inscrutable, gazing doggedly into space.