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And
in
the
meantime
Justice
Oberwaltzer
and
Mason
and
Belknap
and
Jephson
,
with
their
attendants
and
friends
,
in
various
rooms
of
the
Bridgeburg
Central
Hotel
,
dining
and
then
waiting
impatiently
,
with
the
aid
of
a
few
drinks
,
for
the
jury
to
agree
,
and
wishing
and
hoping
that
the
verdict
would
be
reached
soon
,
whatever
it
might
be
.
And
in
the
meantime
the
twelve
men
--
farmers
,
clerks
and
storekeepers
,
re-canvassing
for
their
own
mental
satisfaction
the
fine
points
made
by
Mason
and
Belknap
and
Jephson
.
Yet
out
of
the
whole
twelve
but
one
man
--
Samuel
Upham
,
a
druggist
--
(
politically
opposed
to
Mason
and
taken
with
the
personality
of
Jephson
)
--
sympathizing
with
Belknap
and
Jephson
.
And
so
pretending
that
he
had
doubts
as
to
the
completeness
of
Mason
's
proof
until
at
last
after
five
ballots
were
taken
he
was
threatened
with
exposure
and
the
public
rage
and
obloquy
which
was
sure
to
follow
in
case
the
jury
was
hung
.
"
We
'll
fix
you
.
You
wo
n't
get
by
with
this
without
the
public
knowing
exactly
where
you
stand
.
"
Whereupon
,
having
a
satisfactory
drug
business
in
North
Mansfield
,
he
at
once
decided
that
it
was
best
to
pocket
this
opposition
to
Mason
and
agree
.
Then
four
hollow
knocks
on
the
door
leading
from
the
jury
room
to
the
courtroom
.
It
was
the
foreman
of
the
jury
,
Foster
Lund
,
a
dealer
in
cement
,
lime
and
stone
.
His
great
fist
was
knocking
.
And
at
that
the
hundreds
who
had
crowded
into
the
hot
stuffy
courtroom
after
dinner
though
many
had
not
even
left
--
stirred
from
the
half
stupor
into
which
they
had
fallen
.
"
What
's
that
?
What
's
happened
?
Is
the
jury
ready
to
report
?
What
's
the
verdict
?
"
And
men
and
women
and
children
starting
up
to
draw
nearer
the
excluding
rail
.
And
the
two
deputies
on
guard
before
the
jury
door
beginning
to
call
.
"
All
right
!
All
right
!
As
soon
as
the
judge
comes
.
"
And
then
other
deputies
hurrying
to
the
prison
over
the
way
in
order
that
the
sheriff
might
be
notified
and
Clyde
brought
over
--
and
to
the
Bridgeburg
Central
Hotel
to
summon
Oberwaltzer
and
all
the
others
.
And
then
Clyde
,
in
a
half
stupor
or
daze
from
sheer
loneliness
and
killing
suspense
,
being
manacled
to
Kraut
and
led
over
between
Slack
,
Sissel
and
others
.
And
Oberwaltzer
,
Mason
,
Belknap
and
Jephson
and
the
entire
company
of
newspaper
writers
,
artists
,
photographers
and
others
entering
and
taking
the
places
that
they
had
occupied
all
these
long
weeks
.
And
Clyde
winking
and
blinking
as
he
was
seated
behind
Belknap
and
Jephson
now
--
not
with
them
,
for
as
stoutly
manacled
as
he
was
to
Kraut
,
he
was
compelled
to
sit
by
him
.
And
then
Oberwaltzer
on
the
bench
and
the
clerk
in
his
place
,
the
jury
room
door
being
opened
and
the
twelve
men
filing
solemnly
in
--
quaint
and
varied
figures
in
angular
and
for
the
most
part
much-worn
suits
of
the
ready-made
variety
.
And
as
they
did
so
,
seating
themselves
in
the
jury
box
,
only
to
rise
again
at
the
command
of
the
clerk
,
who
began
:
"
Gentlemen
of
the
jury
,
have
you
agreed
on
a
verdict
?
"
--
yet
without
one
of
them
glancing
in
the
direction
of
either
Belknap
or
Jephson
or
Clyde
,
which
Belknap
at
once
interpreted
as
fatal
.
"
It
's
all
off
,
"
he
whispered
to
Jephson
.
"
Against
us
.
I
can
tell
.
"
And
then
Lund
announcing
:
"
We
have
.
We
find
the
defendant
guilty
of
murder
in
the
first
degree
.
"
And
Clyde
,
entirely
dazed
and
yet
trying
to
keep
his
poise
and
remain
serene
,
gazing
straight
before
him
toward
the
jury
and
beyond
,
and
with
scarcely
a
blink
of
the
eye
.
For
had
he
not
,
in
his
cell
the
night
before
,
been
told
by
Jephson
,
who
had
found
him
deeply
depressed
,
that
the
verdict
in
this
trial
,
assuming
that
it
proved
to
be
unfavorable
,
was
of
no
consequence
.
The
trial
from
start
to
finish
had
been
unfair
.
Prejudice
and
bias
had
governed
its
every
step
.
Such
bullying
and
browbeating
and
innuendo
as
Mason
had
indulged
in
before
the
jury
would
never
pass
as
fair
or
adequate
in
any
higher
court
.
And
a
new
trial
--
on
appeal
--
would
certainly
be
granted
--
although
by
whom
such
an
appeal
was
to
be
conducted
he
was
not
now
prepared
to
discuss
.
And
now
,
recalling
that
,
Clyde
saying
to
himself
that
it
did
not
so
much
matter
perhaps
,
after
all
.
It
could
not
,
really
--
or
could
it
?
Yet
think
what
these
words
meant
in
case
he
could
not
get
a
new
trial
!
Death
!
That
is
what
it
would
mean
if
this
were
final
--
and
perhaps
it
was
final
.
And
then
to
sit
in
that
chair
he
had
seen
in
his
mind
's
eye
for
so
long
--
these
many
days
and
nights
when
he
could
not
force
his
mind
to
drive
it
away
.
Here
it
was
again
before
him
--
that
dreadful
,
ghastly
chair
--
only
closer
and
larger
than
ever
before
--
there
in
the
very
center
of
the
space
between
himself
and
Justice
Oberwaltzer
.
He
could
see
it
plainly
now
--
squarish
,
heavy-armed
,
heavy-backed
,
some
straps
at
the
top
and
sides
.
God
!
Supposing
no
one
would
help
him
now
!
Even
the
Griffiths
might
not
be
willing
to
pay
out
any
more
money
!
Think
of
that
!
The
Court
of
Appeals
to
which
Jephson
and
Belknap
had
referred
might
not
be
willing
to
help
him
either
.
And
then
these
words
would
be
final
.
They
would
!
They
would
!
God
!
His
jaws
moved
slightly
,
then
set
--
because
at
the
moment
he
became
conscious
that
they
were
moving
.
Besides
,
at
that
moment
Belknap
was
rising
and
asking
for
an
individual
poll
of
the
jury
,
while
Jephson
leaned
over
and
whispered
:
"
Do
n't
worry
about
it
.
It
is
n't
final
.
We
'll
get
a
reversal
as
sure
as
anything
.
"
Yet
as
each
of
the
jurors
was
saying
:
"
Yes
"
--
Clyde
was
listening
to
them
,
not
to
Jephson
.
Why
should
each
one
say
that
with
so
much
emphasis
?
Was
there
not
one
who
felt
that
he
might
not
have
done
as
Mason
had
said
--
struck
her
intentionally
?
Was
there
not
one
who
even
half-believed
in
that
change
of
heart
which
Belknap
and
Jephson
had
insisted
that
he
had
experienced
?
He
looked
at
them
all
--
little
and
big
.
They
were
like
a
blackish-brown
group
of
wooden
toys
with
creamish-brown
or
old
ivory
faces
and
hands
.
Then
he
thought
of
his
mother
.
She
would
hear
of
this
now
,
for
here
were
all
these
newspaper
writers
and
artists
and
photographers
assembled
to
hear
this
.
And
what
would
the
Griffiths
--
his
uncle
and
Gilbert
--
think
now
?
And
Sondra
!
Sondra
!
Not
a
word
from
her
.
And
through
all
this
he
had
been
openly
testifying
,
as
Belknap
and
Jcphson
had
agreed
that
he
must
do
--
to
the
compelling
and
directing
power
of
his
passion
for
her
--
the
real
reason
for
all
this
!
But
not
a
word
.
And
she
would
not
send
him
any
word
now
,
of
course
--
she
who
had
been
going
to
marry
him
and
give
him
everything
!
