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"
Is
that
your
verdict
?
"
The
clerk
was
pointing
to
Simon
Glassberg
.
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
"
Is
that
your
verdict
?
"
He
pointed
to
Fletcher
Norton
.
"
Yes
.
"
So
it
went
through
the
whole
jury
.
All
the
men
answered
firmly
and
clearly
,
though
Steger
thought
it
might
barely
be
possible
that
one
would
have
changed
his
mind
.
The
judge
thanked
them
and
told
them
that
in
view
of
their
long
services
this
night
,
they
were
dismissed
for
the
term
.
The
only
thing
remaining
to
be
done
now
was
for
Steger
to
persuade
Judge
Payderson
to
grant
a
stay
of
sentence
pending
the
hearing
of
a
motion
by
the
State
Supreme
Court
for
a
new
trial
.
The
Judge
looked
at
Cowperwood
very
curiously
as
Steger
made
this
request
in
proper
form
,
and
owing
to
the
importance
of
the
case
and
the
feeling
he
had
that
the
Supreme
Court
might
very
readily
grant
a
certificate
of
reasonable
doubt
in
this
case
,
he
agreed
.
There
was
nothing
left
,
therefore
,
but
for
Cowperwood
to
return
at
this
late
hour
with
the
deputy
sheriff
to
the
county
jail
,
where
he
must
now
remain
for
five
days
at
least
--
possibly
longer
.
The
jail
in
question
,
which
was
known
locally
as
Moyamensing
Prison
,
was
located
at
Tenth
and
Reed
Streets
,
and
from
an
architectural
and
artistic
point
of
view
was
not
actually
displeasing
to
the
eye
.
It
consisted
of
a
central
portion
--
prison
,
residence
for
the
sheriff
or
what
you
will
--
three
stories
high
,
with
a
battlemented
cornice
and
a
round
battlemented
tower
about
one-third
as
high
as
the
central
portion
itself
,
and
two
wings
,
each
two
stories
high
,
with
battlemented
turrets
at
either
end
,
giving
it
a
highly
castellated
and
consequently
,
from
the
American
point
of
view
,
a
very
prison-like
appearance
.
The
facade
of
the
prison
,
which
was
not
more
than
thirty-five
feet
high
for
the
central
portion
,
nor
more
than
twenty-five
feet
for
the
wings
,
was
set
back
at
least
a
hundred
feet
from
the
street
,
and
was
continued
at
either
end
,
from
the
wings
to
the
end
of
the
street
block
,
by
a
stone
wall
all
of
twenty
feet
high
.
The
structure
was
not
severely
prison-like
,
for
the
central
portion
was
pierced
by
rather
large
,
unbarred
apertures
hung
on
the
two
upper
stories
with
curtains
,
and
giving
the
whole
front
a
rather
pleasant
and
residential
air
.
The
wing
to
the
right
,
as
one
stood
looking
in
from
the
street
,
was
the
section
known
as
the
county
jail
proper
,
and
was
devoted
to
the
care
of
prisoners
serving
short-term
sentences
on
some
judicial
order
.
The
wing
to
the
left
was
devoted
exclusively
to
the
care
and
control
of
untried
prisoners
.
The
whole
building
was
built
of
a
smooth
,
light-colored
stone
,
which
on
a
snowy
night
like
this
,
with
the
few
lamps
that
were
used
in
it
glowing
feebly
in
the
dark
,
presented
an
eery
,
fantastic
,
almost
supernatural
appearance
.
It
was
a
rough
and
blowy
night
when
Cowperwood
started
for
this
institution
under
duress
.
The
wind
was
driving
the
snow
before
it
in
curious
,
interesting
whirls
.
Eddie
Zanders
,
the
sheriff
's
deputy
on
guard
at
the
court
of
Quarter
Sessions
,
accompanied
him
and
his
father
and
Steger
.
Zanders
was
a
little
man
,
dark
,
with
a
short
,
stubby
mustache
,
and
a
shrewd
though
not
highly
intelligent
eye
.
He
was
anxious
first
to
uphold
his
dignity
as
a
deputy
sheriff
,
which
was
a
very
important
position
in
his
estimation
,
and
next
to
turn
an
honest
penny
if
he
could
.
He
knew
little
save
the
details
of
his
small
world
,
which
consisted
of
accompanying
prisoners
to
and
from
the
courts
and
the
jails
,
and
seeing
that
they
did
not
get
away
.
He
was
not
unfriendly
to
a
particular
type
of
prisoner
--
the
well-to-do
or
moderately
prosperous
--
for
he
had
long
since
learned
that
it
paid
to
be
so
.
To-night
he
offered
a
few
sociable
suggestions
--
viz.
,
that
it
was
rather
rough
,
that
the
jail
was
not
so
far
but
that
they
could
walk
,
and
that
Sheriff
Jaspers
would
,
in
all
likelihood
,
be
around
or
could
be
aroused
.
Cowperwood
scarcely
heard
.
He
was
thinking
of
his
mother
and
his
wife
and
of
Aileen
.
