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The elaborate machinery of prosecution, the whole political power of the county, the mighty grip and pressure of the railroad power had all been set at nothing by the tragic little love story of an ignorant French girl from the hills. Dardis led Jeffrey Whiting down from the place where he had been a prisoner and brought him to his mother.
Then he looked full into the eyes of his questioner and he answered: "Nothing." "That will do. Thank you, Bishop," said Dardis in a low, broken voice. Jeffrey Whiting fell back in his chair. The light of confidence died slowly, reluctantly out of his eyes. The Bishop had spoken. The Bishop had lied! He knew! And he had lied!
Genius could not have told her how better to tell it for the purpose for which her story was here needed. Dardis thanked his stars that he had taken the Bishop's advice, to let her get through with it in her own way. "But it was not time for us to marry yet," she went on. "Then came the morning of the nineteenth August.
But he did not reason. He merely sat through his torture, waiting. When his name was called, he walked heavily forward and took his place standing beside the chair that was set for him. At Dardis' question, the Bishop began to speak freely and rapidly. He told of the coming of Jeffrey Whiting to him for advice.
The Bishop went with her to one of the counsel rooms in the courthouse and sent for Dardis. "This girl," he told the lawyer, "has a story to tell. I think you would do wisely to put her on the stand and let her tell it in her own way. She will make no mistakes. They will not be able to break her down." Then the Bishop went back to take up again his business with God.
The result was that, while he listened to the plans which his lawyer, young Emmet Dardis, laid for his defence plans which, in the face of the incontestable facts which would be brought against them, would certainly amount to little or nothing he really paid little attention to them.
Oh! for the power to shout them out to the ends of the earth! But she looked levelly at Dardis and in a clear voice answered: "Nothing." Then, at his word, she stumbled down out of the stand. Again Jeffrey Whiting fell back into his seat. Ruth had lied! The walls of his inner citadel had fallen in and crushed him.
He rapped sharply with his gavel, and when the Bishop stopped, he asked: "Is the murder of Samuel Rogers mentioned in that paper?" "No, Your Honor. But there are " "It is irrelevant," interrupted the Judge shortly. "It cannot go before the jury." The Bishop was beaten; he knew he could do no more. Emmet Dardis was desperate. There was not the slightest hope for his client unless unless.
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