Canadian fiction -- 20th century; Detective and mystery stories
Two hours later when he returned, the man's whole bearing had changed.
Dejection had given place to an air of excitement so great that it was
impossible to tell whether it was a pleasurable excitement or the
reverse. His pale skin seemed to gleam with excitement; his clothing
was a little disarranged; the man looked slightly stunned.
He was escorting a heavily veiled woman, a young woman judging from her
figure and carriage, and they were followed by such an oddly-assorted
group as you could only find walking together in that building.
Witnesses obviously. It included two other women, one a flashy, pretty
little thing, with hard, assured eyes, the other a domestic servant
apparently. The men ranged all the way from a highly prosperous
gentleman, a banker possibly, down to a couple of taxi-drivers and a
farm laborer. The word went around the galleries like wildfire that
there was something up in the Counsell case, and a new crowd pressed to
the doors of the courtroom. It was too late to get in. Corveth left
his witnesses outside where they remained guarded by a couple of young
men from his office against the questions of the curious.
Within the court-room Corveth was seen to enter into an excited,
whispered discussion with the defendant. Corveth was the excited one.
Counsell appeared to be trying to soothe him. Their talk was
interrupted by the entrance of the Judge.
When the proceedings were opened Corveth rose and in a voice that
trembled oddly said: "If it please your Honor since we adjourned
important new evidence has been offered to me."
The judge stared and bit his lip in irritation. There were so many
cases on his calendar! Were they all to be dragged out past all reason
by the lawyers! This of course was merely the grand stand play of a
lawyer with a bad case. To do him justice, his Honor controlled his
irritation before he spoke.
"Mr. Corveth, I trust you have taken thought of what you are saying.
You have had every opportunity to present your case."
"Twelve new witnesses have just been brought to me, sir, whose
existence I never suspected."
"Twelve! How could that be? You have been studying this case for
weeks. In what manner were new witnesses brought to you at this late
date?"
"They were brought to me by a person interested in this case, who has
been conducting an investigation unknown to me."
"And you say their evidence is important?"
"Of the utmost importance, sir. It throws an entirely new light on the
case."
In his irritation the overworked judge was understood to mutter: "I
doubt it!"
Corveth flushed crimson, but held his tongue.
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