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But
then
,
that
excitement
having
passed
and
it
being
quite
dark
,
and
the
hands
of
the
court
clock
pointing
to
five
,
and
all
the
court
weary
,
Justice
Oberwaltzer
signifying
his
intention
of
adjourning
for
the
night
.
And
at
once
all
the
newspaper
men
and
feature
writers
and
artists
rising
and
whispering
to
each
other
that
on
the
morrow
the
defense
would
start
,
and
wondering
as
to
who
and
where
the
witnesses
were
,
also
whether
Clyde
would
be
permitted
to
go
on
the
stand
in
his
own
defense
in
the
face
of
this
amazing
mass
of
evidence
against
him
,
or
whether
his
lawyers
would
content
themselves
with
some
specious
argument
as
to
mental
and
moral
weakness
which
might
end
in
prison
for
life
--
not
less
.
And
Clyde
,
hissed
and
cursed
as
he
left
the
court
,
wondering
if
on
the
morrow
,
and
as
they
had
planned
this
long
time
since
,
he
would
have
the
courage
to
rise
and
go
on
the
stand
--
wondering
if
there
was
not
some
way
,
in
case
no
one
was
looking
(
he
was
not
handcuffed
as
he
went
to
and
from
the
jail
)
maybe
to-morrow
night
when
all
were
rising
,
the
crowds
moving
and
these
deputies
coming
toward
him
--
if
--
well
,
if
he
could
only
run
,
or
walk
easily
and
quietly
and
yet
,
quickly
and
seemingly
unintentionally
,
to
that
stair
and
then
down
and
out
--
to
--
well
--
to
wherever
it
went
--
that
small
side
door
to
the
main
stairs
which
before
this
he
had
seen
from
the
jail
!
If
he
could
only
get
to
some
woods
somewhere
,
and
then
walk
and
walk
,
or
run
and
run
,
maybe
,
without
stopping
,
and
without
eating
,
for
days
maybe
,
until
,
well
,
until
he
had
gotten
away
--
anywhere
.
It
was
a
chance
,
of
course
.
He
might
be
shot
,
or
tracked
with
dogs
and
men
,
but
still
it
was
a
chance
,
was
n't
it
?
For
this
way
he
had
no
chance
at
all
No
one
anywhere
,
after
all
this
,
was
going
to
believe
him
not
guilty
.
And
he
did
not
want
to
die
that
way
.
No
,
no
,
not
that
way
!
And
so
another
miserable
,
black
and
weary
night
.
And
then
another
miserable
gray
and
wintry
morning
.
By
eight
o'clock
the
next
morning
the
great
city
papers
were
on
the
stands
with
the
sprawling
headlines
,
which
informed
every
one
in
no
uncertain
terms
:
"
PROSECUTION
IN
GRIFFITHS
'
CASE
CLOSES
WITH
IMPRESSIVE
DELUGE
OF
TESTIMONY
.
"
"
MOTIVE
AS
WELL
AS
METHOD
HAMMERED
HOME
.
"
"
DESTRUCTIVE
MARKS
ON
FACE
AND
HEAD
SHOWN
TO
CORRESPOND
WITH
ONE
SIDE
OF
CAMERA
.
"
