Stephen's coat was on his arm. He slipped it on, and turned to go. He was, if the truth were told, more amused than angry. It was Colonel Carvel's voice that stopped him.
"Hold on, Judge," he drawled, "I reckon you haven't got all the packing out of that case."
Mr. Whipple locked at him in a sort of stupefaction. Then he glanced at
Stephen.
"Come back here, sir," he cried. "I'll give you hearing. No man shall say that I am not just."
Stephen looked gratefully at the Colonel.
"I did not expect one, sir," he said..
"And you don't deserve one, sir," cried the Judge.
"I think I do," replied Stephen, quietly.
The Judge suppressed something.
"What did you do with this person?" he demanded