will take a strong lawyer to fight them." Earnestly she added: "Howard,
if your life is to be saved we must get Judge Brewster."

"All right, dear," he replied. "I can only leave it in your hands. I
know that whatever you do will be for the best. I'll try to be as
patient as I can. My only comfort is thinking of you, dear."

A heavy step resounded in the corridor. The keeper came up.

"Time's up, m'm," he said civilly.

Annie thrust her hand through the bars; Howard carried it reverently to
his lips.

"Good-by, dear," she said. "Keep up your courage. You'll know that I am
working for your release every moment. I won't leave a stone unturned."

"Good-by, darling," he murmured.

He looked at her longingly and there were tears in her eyes as she
turned away.

"I'll be back very soon," she said.

A few minutes later they were in the elevator and she passed through the
big steel gate once more into the sunlit street.

CHAPTER XIV.

Outwardly, at least, Judge Brewster's offices at 83 Broadway in no way
differed from the offices of ten thousand other lawyers who strive to
eke out a difficult living in the most overcrowded of all the
professions. They consisted of a modest suite of rooms on the sixth
floor. There was a small outer office with a railed-off inclosure,
behind which sat a half dozen stenographers busy copying legal
documents; as many men clerks were writing at desks, and the walls were
fitted with shelves filled with ponderous law books. In one corner was a
room with glass door marked "Mr. Brewster, Private."

Assuredly no casual visitor could guess from the appearance of the place
that this was the headquarters of one of the most brilliant legal minds
in the country, yet in this very office had been prepared some of the
most sensational victories ever recorded in the law courts.

Visitors to Judge Brewster's office were not many. A man of such renown
was naturally expensive. Few could afford to retain his services and in
fact he was seldom called upon except to act in the interest of wealthy
corporations. In these cases, of course, his fees were enormous. He had
very few private clients; in fact, he declined much private practice
that was offered to him. He had been the legal adviser of Howard
Jeffries, Sr., for many years. The two men had known each other in their
younger days and practically had won success together--the one in the
banking business, the other in the service of the law. An