Judge Stockman in his amazement was staring at Pen almost clownishly. "Riever...!" he stammered. "Riever! ... Have you thought of what you are saying!" A little flame of indignation was lighted in Pen's cheeks. "If he did it, does it make any difference who he is?" "Certainly not! Certainly not! ... But Riever! ... We must be very sure! This would cause the greatest sensation of our time!" "Best to proceed very slowly, sir!" said Hackett, pale with agitation. "I have nothing to do with it!" said Judge Stockman with undisguised relief. "My duty is simply to try Counsell. The rest is up to the District-Attorney." "No motive has been established," said Hackett. "True! True!" The Judge turned almost accusingly to Pen. "What possible reason could Riever have had?" Corveth answered for her. "I take it, it is not necessary to go into Riever's motives in this trial. But we are prepared to show a motive just the same. Do you remember the Riever divorce case three years ago?" "Dimly." "It was a counter-suit. Mrs. Riever won. Riever's case rested principally on a letter that he produced in court. It had been written by Mrs. Riever to some unnamed man. We can show that it had been written to Counsell, and that Riever knew it had." The judge stared. "Then your contention is that Riever had this inoffensive man Dongan killed merely so that he could get back at Counsell?" "There is more evidence on that point besides what Miss Broome has brought out here. I don't need to point out to you how nearly Riever succeeded in his object." "Good God!" exclaimed Judge Stockman, "That would be something new in criminal jurisprudence," sneered Hackett. "But not entirely unprecedented," corrected the breathless judge. "There was the famous Anstey case so often quoted when I was a young lawyer. And of more recent years the cases of the People vs. Reichardt and the People vs. Bowley ... But good God! ... Riever...!" The little judge seemed to have been brought to a complete stand. He stared ahead of him muttering: "Ernest Riever! ... Good God! ... What a sensation will be caused...!" Corveth said: "That is all Miss Broome had to tell you, sir." It brought the judge to himself with a start. "To be sure! To be sure!" he said, and cleared his throat. He looked his age. "I will adjourn court until to-morrow morning. Mr. Hackett, you will get in touch with the police I suppose. If I were you, I would not take more than one man into my confidence, say Inspector Durdan of the detective bureau." Hackett bowed in acquiescence. "Gentlemen, let us return to the court-room." CHAPTER XIV EXTRA! From the _New York Courier_, July 27th, 192-- At 3.40 this afternoon Ernest Riever was found dead in a house he occasionally occupied at -- East 39th street, this city. He had shot himself through the head.