Suddenly there was a movement, and the jury Slowly filed into Court.
A deathlike stillness ensued as the clerk rose and asked the foreman,—
“Have you agreed upon your verdict?”
“We have.”
“Do you find the prisoner, Frank Burgoyne, guilty of having murdered Ethel Inglewood, or not guilty?”
“Not guilty!”
An outburst of applause greeted this announcement; then the judge ordered my discharge, and I walked from the dock a free man.
Vera met me, and flinging her arms about my neck, kissed me. My face was wet with her tears of joy. Not a single word was exchanged between us.
We left the Court together, and entering a cab, drove to the Grand Hotel, where she was staying.