d stammered out, "Yes." The next moment I
realized they were all waiting, waiting for and looking at me; and it
seemed as if I could not go on with the truth. It was only the thought
that everything depended on me, and that, whatever I said, father would
believe it, that nerved me to get through with it.

"He is that one," I said, "the fourth from the end."

The Chief of Police looked at me sternly. "You are sure of that?"

"Quite sure." I was surprised at how steady; my voice had grown.

The Chief of Police said something in a lifted voice, the line of
prisoners filed out with one of the policemen, and left the man I had
pointed out alone in front of me. It was then I noticed how his hands
were awkwardly carried in front of him, held by two steel bands around
his wrists, with a chain like a bracelet-chain swinging between. The
sight of it affected me strangely. I had a new bracelet which also had
two bands with a chain between, but they were of gold, and both were
worn on the one hand.

The Chief of Police came and stood beside me, and said, "Look at this
person, Miss Fenwick;" and I had been looking at him all the time, as
if by doing that I could make him understand how terribly I wished I
had never seen him. "Can you take your oath--could you take your oath
in open court that he is the man?"

The Chief's voice sounded solemn, and those words "oath" and "open
court" made me feel frightened. But I saw he held up his hand, palm
out, and mechanically I held up mine. "Yes," I repeated after him, "I
can take my oath in open court." My voice sounded very loud to me, and
clear, and not at all like my own.

There was a pause, and now they were no longer looking at me, but at
the man standing alone in the middle of the room, as if the chain
between his wrists had made him different from them, as if he wasn't a
man at all, but a stone. Yet I couldn't look at him like that. He was
not at all dreadful to look at, only so alone and fiercely proud and
wretched looking that something ached inside of me just to see his face.

Then the Chief of Police nodded at the policeman and said, "That will
do." But before the man could move forward the prisoner had walked
straight up to the rail, and standing there scarcely two feet from me,
in such a low voice that only I could hear, "I am sorry I frightened
you this morning," he said. "If I had known you were passing I should
have managed it differently."

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