The State: "You heard Mr. Yollop testify that your husband said he had several wives. So far as you know that is not the case?" Mrs. Smilk. "I don't think he ever said it to Mr. Yollop. I think Mr. Yollop lied." The State: "I see. Then you do not believe your husband could have deceived you--I withdraw that, Mr. Reporter. You do not believe that your husband is base enough to have married another woman,--or women,--without first having obtained a legal divorce from you?" Mrs. Smilk: "I wouldn't be up here testifying in his behalf if I thought that, you bet. He ain't that kind of a man. If I thought he was, I'd like to see him hung. I'd like to see--" The State. "Never mind, Mrs. Smilk. We are not trying your husband for bigamy. I think that is all, your honor." Counsel for Smilk: "You may be excused, Mrs. Smilk. Take the stand, Cassius." Instead of obeying Cassius beckoned to him. Then followed a long, whispered conference between lawyer and client, at the end of which the former, visibly annoyed, declared that the defendant had decided not to testify. The Court indicated that it was optional with the prisoner and asked if the counsel desired to introduce any further testimony. Counsel for the defense announced that his client's decision had altered his plans and that he was forced to rest his case. The Assistant District Attorney stated that he had two witnesses to examine in rebuttal. "Send for Mrs. Elsie Morton," he directed. "She is waiting in the District Attorney's office, Mr. Bailiff." To the amazement of every one, Cassius Smilk started up from his chair, a wild look in his eye. He sat down instantly, however, but it was evident that he had sustained a tremendous and unexpected shock. Mr. Yollop who had purposely selected a seat in the front row of spectators from which he could occasionally exchange mutual glances of well-assumed repugnance with the rascal, caught Smilk's eye as it followed the retiring bailiff. The faintest shadow of a wink flickered for a second across that smileless, apparently troubled optic. Mr. Yollop, who had been leaning forward in his chair for the better part of the afternoon with one hand cupped behind his ear and the other manipulating the disc in a vain but determined effort to hear what was going on, suddenly relaxed into a comfortable, satisfied attitude and smiled triumphantly. He knew what was coming. And so did Smilk.