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tified them with the look, very baleful and equally famous, with which he was said to reverse the Bench. But Verelst, afraid of nothing except damp sheets, stretched a hand. "You know Ten Eyck Jones. He has something very important to tell you." "Yes," said Jones. "In March, on the eighth or ninth, I have forgotten which, but it must be in the 'Law Journal,' a decision was rendered----" He got no farther. Other members, crowding about, were questioning, surmising, eager for a detail, a prediction, an obiter dictum, for anything they could take away and repeat concerning the murder, in which all knew that the great man was to appear. But Dunwoodie was making himself heard, and not gently either. It was as though already he was at the district attorney's throat. "Where is the evidence? Where is it? Where is the evidence? There is not a shred, not a scintilla. On the absence of facts adduced, I shall maintain what I assert until the last armed Court of Appeals expires. Hum! Ha!" Fiercely he turned on Jones. "What were you saying, sir?" Before Jones could reply, Verelst cut in. "The stiletto is his. He has the opera-ticket. He----" "Imbeciles tell each other that great men think alike," Jones, interrupting, remarked at Dunwoodie. "I merely happened to be forestalling your views, when a recent decision occurred to me and----" Jones' remarks were lost, drowned by others, by questions, exclamations, the drivel that amazement creates. "But, I say----" "Tell me this----" "No evidence!" "The stiletto his!" "How did Lennox get it?" "Then what about----" Dunwoodie, fastening on Jones, roared at him. "You tell me the instrument is yours?" Jones patted his chin. "I did not, but I will." "How do you know, sir?" "It has a little love message on it." "Hum! Ha!" Dunwoodie barked. "Come to my office to-morrow. Come before ten." Dreamily Jones tilted his hat. "I am not up before ten. Where do you live? In the Roaring Forties?" But, in the mounting clamour, the answer, if answer there were, was submerged. Jones went out to the street, entered a taxi, gave an address and sailed away, up and across the Park, along the Riverside and into the longest thoroughfare--caravan routes excepted--on the planet. On a corner was a drug-shop, where anything was to be had, even to umbrellas and, from a sign that hung there, apparently a notary public also. Opposite was a saloon, the Ladies Entrance horribly hospitabl
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