s dragged through many days. Besides, even he and his hirelings were
bound to observe the formalities.

It was at the suggestion of Cass that no effort had been made to
procure bail for Carmen after her arrest. The dramatic may always be
relied upon to carry a point which even plain evidence negatives. And
she, acquiescing in the suggestion, remained a full two weeks in the
Tombs before Ames's eager counsel found their opportunity to confront
her on the witness stand and besmirch her with their black charges.
The Beaubien was prostrated. But, knowing that for her another hour of
humiliation and sorrow had come, she strove mightily to summon her
strength for its advent. Father Waite toiled with Cass day and night.
Hitt and Haynerd, without financial resources, pursued their way, grim
and silent. The Express was sinking beneath its mountainous load. And
they stood at the helm, stanch to their principles, not yielding an
iota to offers of assistance in exchange for a reversal of the policy
upon which the paper had been launched.

"We're going down, Hitt," said Haynerd grimly. "But we go with the
flag flying at the mast!"

Yet Hitt answered not. He was learning to know as did Carmen, and to
see with eyes which were invisible.

It was just when the jury had been impaneled, after long days of petty
wrangling and childish recrimination among the opposing lawyers, that
Stolz came to Ames and laid down his sword. The control of C. and R.
should pass unequivocally to the latter if he would but save Ketchim
from prison.

Then Ames lay back and roared with laughter over his great triumph. C.
and R! Poof! He would send Stolz' nephew to prison, and then roll a
bomb along Wall Street whose detonation would startle the financial
world clean out of its orbit! Stolz had failed to notice that Ames's
schemes had so signally worked out that C. and R. was practically in
his hands now! The defeated railroad magnate at length backed out of
the Ames office purple with rage. And then he pledged himself to
hypothecate his entire fortune to the rescue of his worthless nephew.

Thus, in deep iniquity, was launched the famous trial, a process of
justice in name only, serving as an outlet for a single man's long
nurtured personal animosities. The adulterous union of religion and
business was only nominally before the bar. The victims, not the
defendant only, not the preachers, the washerwomen, the factory girls,
the widows, and the orphans, wh