"Not guilty!" cried the shrill tones of a girl near the outer door, toward which all eyes, in astonishment and inquiry, were now turned, to see a slight female figure, in the garb of a Sister of Mercy, clinging to the arm of Cloudesley Mornington, and who was now pushing and elbowing his way through the crowd toward the bench. All gave way--many that were seated arose to their feet, and spoke in eager whispers, or looked over each others' heads. "Order! silence in the court!" shouted the marshal. "Your honor--this lady is a vitally important witness for the defense," said Cloudy, pushing his way into the presence of the judge, leaving his female companion standing before the bench and then hurrying to the dock, where he grasped the hand of the prisoner, exclaiming, breathlessly: "Saved--Thurston! Saved!" "Order! silence!" called out the marshal, by way of making himself agreeable--for there was silence in the court, where all the audience at least were more anxious to hear than to speak. "Your honor, I move that the new witness be heard," said Mr. Romford. "The defense is closed--the charge given to the jury, who have decided upon their verdict," answered the State's Attorney. "The verdict has not been rendered, the jury have the privilege of hearing this new witness," said the judge. The jury were unanimous in the resolution to withhold their verdict until they had heard. This being decided, the Sister of Mercy took the stand, threw aside her long, black veil, and revealed the features of Jacquelina; but so pale, weary, anxious and terrified, as to be scarcely recognizable. The usual oath was administered. And while Cloudy stood triumphantly by the side of Mr. Willcoxen, Jacquelina prepared to give her evidence. She was interrupted by a slight disturbance near the door, and the rather noisy entrance of several persons, whom the crowd, on beholding, recognized as Commodore Waugh, his wife, his niece, and his servant. Some among them seemed to insist upon being brought directly into the presence of the judge and jury--but the officer near the door pointed out to them the witness on the stand, waiting to give testimony; and on seeing her they subsided into quietness, and suffered themselves to be set aside for a while. When this was over--a lady, plainly dressed, and close-veiled, entered, and addressed a few words to the same janitor. But the latter replied as he had to the others, by pointing to the witness on the stand. The veiled lady seemed to acquiesce, and sat down where the officer directed her. "Order! silence in the court!" cried the marshal, not to be behindhand. And order and silence reigned when the Sister gave in her evidence as follows: