. The thirteenth juror : a tale out of court . ed. Mr. Dunham looked up as the enginebegan to throb, and, catching sight of his audience,205 THE THIRTEENTH JUROR waved a hand toward them as he drew his gogglesinto place. So long, gentlemen, he called out as hethrew in the clutch. See you next term, Ihope. The car sprang forward, and as it disappearedaround a bend in the road with a defiant screechof its siren, the watching lawyers turned to eachother with questioning glances. But it wasWarren who voiced the thought that was upper-most in their minds. I wonder what he meant by that parting salu
. The thirteenth juror : a tale out of court . ed. Mr. Dunham looked up as the enginebegan to throb, and, catching sight of his audience,205 THE THIRTEENTH JUROR waved a hand toward them as he drew his gogglesinto place. So long, gentlemen, he called out as hethrew in the clutch. See you next term, Ihope. The car sprang forward, and as it disappearedaround a bend in the road with a defiant screechof its siren, the watching lawyers turned to eachother with questioning glances. But it wasWarren who voiced the thought that was upper-most in their minds. I wonder what he meant by that parting salu-tation, he reflected. Durned if I know, yawned Plimpton, un-less he thinks the Appellate Court holds its ses-sions here. Thats it, of course, asserted re going to appeal the Gedney case, andhe supposes it 11 be argued in Belo. His guess isabout as good as his chances of winning on ap-peal, in my opinion. Well, hes a sport, anyway, commentedFoster. Most men would have been a bit soreafter the hiding he got yesterday, but hes a206. TO ABIDE THE EVENT better loser than I thought he was last night. Idont believe many of us would be as good-tem-pered under similar circumstances. . Hello!Whats that, I wonder? It sounds as thoughsomebody had fallen down the stairs! The speaker turned as he spoke, and, hurryingto the open door, uttered a cry of alarm thatquickly brought the others crowding around him. On the lobby floor lay Mr. Gedney, face down-wards, his arms extended, his hands clenched,and his hat rolled to one side. For a momentthe lawyers gazed helplessly at one another, andthen Mr. Brundage sprang forward, and, kneelingbeside the fallen man, gently raised his head. Some one ran to the dining-room and hurriedback with a glass of water, but Brundage merelyshook his head when it was offered, and, bendingover the prostrate man, carefully felt his white-faced group around him watched thetest in almost breathless silence, and the tensionwas at the breaking poin
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