ked at myself in the
glass I was shocked to find how gaunt and hollow-cheeked I had
grown. My hair, which had up to this time been dark brown, had in
a brief space turned quite gray over my ears, and whatever of good
looks I had ever possessed had vanished utterly. Gottlieb, too,
had altered from a jovial, sleek-looking fellow into a nervous,
worried, ratlike little man. My creditors pressed me for their
money and I was forced to close my house and live at a small hotel.
The misery of those days is something I do not care to recall. We
were both of us stripped, as it were, of everything at once--money,
friends, health, and position; for we were the jest and laughing-
stock of the very criminals who had before our downfall been our
clients and crowded our office in their eagerness to secure our
erstwhile powerful assistance. Our day was over!

It was useless to try to escape from the meshes of the net drawn
so tightly around us. Even if we could have forfeited our heavy
bail--which would have been an impossibility, owing to the watchfulness
of our bondsman--we could never have eluded the detectives who now
dogged our footsteps. We were marked men. Everywhere we were
pointed out and made the objects of comment and half-concealed
abuse. The final straw was when the district attorney, in his
anxiety lest we should slip through his fingers, caused our re-
arrest on a trumped-up charge that we were planning to leave the
city, and we were thrown into the Tombs, being unable to secure
the increased bail which he demanded. Here we had the pleasure of
having Hawkins leer down at us from the tier of cells above, and
here we suffered the torments of the damned at the hands of our
fellow prisoners, who, to a man, made it their daily business and
pleasure to render our lives miserable. Gottlieb wasted away to
a mere shadow and I became seriously ill from the suffocating heat
and loathsome food, for it was now midsummer and the Tombs was
crowded with prisoners waiting until the courts should open in the
autumn to be tried.

We were called to the bar together--Gottlieb and I--to answer to
the charge against us in the very court-room where my partner had
won so many forensic victories and secured the acquittal of so many
clients more fortunate than he. From the outset of the case
everything went against us; and it seemed as if judge, prosecutor,
and jury were united in a conspiracy to deprive us of our rights
and to rail