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It was to discuss and settle this question, therefore, that the jury remained locked up in their room through so many hours. The day wore on and no verdict was rendered. Sharpman's spirits continued to rise, and Goodlaw feared that his case was lost. At four o'clock the jury sent in word that they had agreed, and a few minutes later they filed into the court-room.
Then Ralph told, with full detail, of his visit to Sharpman's office on Sunday evening, of what he had heard there, of his subsequent journey through the streets of the city, of his night of agony, of his morning of shame, of his final victory over himself.
Hot and feverish, and with his mind in a tumult, he tossed about, restlessly, through the long hours of the night. He had decided at last that he could not tell what he had heard at Sharpman's office. The thought of having to return to Simon Craft had settled the matter in his mind.
The judge admonished the defendant's attorney to hold the witness within proper bounds and to proceed with the examination. In the meantime, Goodlaw had been thinking. He felt that it was of the highest importance that this occurrence in Sharpman's office should be made known to the court and the jury, and that without delay.
"Ah! good evening!" he said. "Does a man by the name of Buckley live here? William Buckley?" "That's my name," responded Billy, rising from his chair. "And are you Ralph?" asked the young man, turning to the boy. "Yes, sir, that's my name, too," was the quick reply. "Well, Ralph, can you take a little walk with me this evening, as far as Lawyer Sharpman's office?"
She had been to Sharpman's office twice, she said, and had not found him in, though the clerk had told her that Mr. Sharpman had returned from Wilkesbarre the day before. Billy decided then that it was time to make active search for the boy, and when he had finished a hurried dinner, he put on his best clothes and started for the city.
Billy was still sitting by the fire when the boy burst into the room; but he had fallen asleep, and his clay pipe had dropped from his fingers and lay broken on the hearth. "Uncle Billy! oh, Uncle Billy! what do you think?" "Why, Ralph, lad, is that yo'? I mus' 'a' been asleep. Whaur ye been, eh?" "W'y don't you 'member? I went to Lawyer Sharpman's office." "True for ye, so ye did.
The people in the court-room scrambled to their feet again to look over into the bar. A man who had entered the room in time to hear Sharpman's brutal speech pushed his way through the crowd, and hurried down to the place where Ralph was lying. It was Bachelor Billy. In a moment he was down on his knees by the boy's side, chafing the small cold hands and wrists, while Mrs.
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