A titter danced along the benches and some fool in the back of the room clapped his hands. Judge Babson's face grew hard and his eyes narrowed to steel points. "The witness stands committed for contempt," he announced bitingly. "I direct that she be confined in the city prison for thirty days and pay a fine of two hundred and fifty dollars. Madam, you will go with the officer." Miss Althea rose while the ghost of the Signer encircled her with his arm. Mr. Tutt was already upon his feet. He knew that the ghost of the Signer was there. "May I ask the court if the witness, having been committed for the contemptuous conduct of which she is obviously guilty, may remain in your chambers until adjournment, in order that she may arrange her private affairs?" "I will grant her that privilege," agreed Judge Babson with internal relief. "The request is quite reasonable. Captain Phelan, you may take the witness into my robing room and keep her there for the present." With her small head erect, her narrow shoulders thrown back, and with a resolute step as befitted the descendant of a long line of ancestors Miss Althea passed behind the jury box and disappeared. The twelve looked at one another dubiously. Both Babson and O'Brien seemed nervous and undecided. "Well, call your next witness," remarked the judge finally. "But I haven't any more witnesses!" growled O'Brien. "And you know it almighty well, you idiot!" he muttered under his breath. "If that is the people's case I move for the defendant's immediate discharge," cried Mr. Tutt, jumping to his feet. "There is no evidence connecting him with the crime." McGurk, furious, sprang toward the bar. "See here! Wait a minute! Hold on, judge! I can get a hundred witnesses--" "Sit down!" shouted one of the officers, thrusting him back. "Keep quiet!" Babson looked at O'Brien and elevated his forehead. Then as O'Brien gave a shrug the judge turned to the expectant jury and said in apologetic tones: "Gentlemen of the jury, where the people have failed to prove the defendant's guilt beyond a reasonable doubt it is the duty of the court to direct a verdict. In this case, though by inference the testimony points strongly toward the prisoner, there is no direct proof against him and I am accordingly constrained--much as I regret it--to instruct you to return a verdict of not guilty." In the confusion which followed the rendition of the verdict a messenger entered breathlessly and forcing his way through the crowd delivered a folded paper to Mr. Tutt, who immediately rose and handed it to the clerk; and that official, having hurriedly perused it and pursed his lips in surprise, passed it over the top of the bench to the judge. "What's this?" demanded Babson. "Don't bother me now with trifles!"