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"That's her," answered Wielert. "I see her often. She live across the street from Meinert's." "Officer, bring the woman forward," commanded the magistrate. Sophie, blue with terror, was almost dragged to the platform beside Hilda. Hilda looked stunned, dazed. "Speak out!" ordered the magistrate. "You have heard what this witness testified." Sophie was weeping violently.
Wielert pointed at a woman sitting just outside the inclosure, with her face half-hid by her hand. A sigh of relief swelled from the crowd. Paul Brauner sobbed. "Why, she's our witness!" exclaimed Hanlon, forgetting himself. The magistrate rapped sharply, and, looking toward the woman, said, "Stand up, Madam. Officer, assist her!" The court officer lifted her to her feet.
Her hand dropped and revealed the drawn, twitching face of Sophie Liebers. "Your Honor," said Hanlon hurriedly, "that is the woman upon whose statement we made our case. She told us she saw Hilda Brauner coming from the family entrance just before the alarm was given." "Are you sure she's the woman you saw?" said the magistrate to Wielert. "Be careful what you say."
Her father was like a leaf in the wind. Wielert looked at Hilda earnestly, then let his glance wander over the still courtroom. He was most deliberate. At last he said, "I see her again." "Point her out," said the magistrate it was evidently with an effort that he broke that straining silence. "That lady there."
Wielert, who had been gradually rising in his own estimation, as he realized the importance of his part in the proceedings, now pushed forward, his face flushed with triumph. "I know where it is," he said eagerly. "When I ran for the police I mail it." There was a tumult of hysterical laughter, everybody seeking relief from the strain of what had gone before.
You police seem unable to learn that you are not the rulers, but the servants of the people." "Your Honor " began Hanlon. "Silence!" interrupted the magistrate, rapping on the desk with his gavel. "Proceed, Wielert. What kind of knife was it?" "The knife in his throat afterward," answered Wielert. "And I hear a sound like steam out a pipe and I go in and see a lady at the street door.
He was blinking stupidly and his throat was expanding and contracting with fright. "Tell us all you saw and heard and did." "I take him the brandy in. And he sit and talk to himself. And he ask for paper and ink. And then he write and look round like crazy. And he make luny talk I don't understand. And he speak what he write " Captain Hanlon was red and was looking at Wielert in blank amazement.
Do you know?" "Your Honor, I understood that Mr. Meinert found it." The magistrate frowned at him. Then he said, raising his voice, "Does ANY ONE know who found the body?" "My man Wielert did," spoke up Meinert. A bleached German boy with a cowlick in the center of his head just above his forehead came up beside Hilda and was sworn. "You found the body?" "Yes," said Wielert.
She peep through the crack and her face all yellow and her eye big. And she go away." Hilda was looking at him calmly. She was the only person in the room who was not intensely agitated. All eyes were upon her. There was absolute silence. "Is that lady here?" asked the magistrate. His voice seemed loud and strained. "Yes," said Wielert. "I see her." Otto instinctively put his arm about Hilda.
"What did he write?" asked the magistrate. "A letter," answered Wielert. "He put it in a envelope with a stamp on it and he write on the back and make it all ready. And then I watch him, and he take out a knife and feel it and speak with it. And I go in and ask him for money." "Your Honor, this witness told us nothing of that before," interrupted Hanlon. "I understood that the knife "
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