r voice to a scream;
"he's my husband, my lawful wedded husband, and here's proof of it,"
and she took the folded certificate from her pocket and flung it so
that it struck the desk of one of the magistrates.

Mr. Quest sank into his chair, and a silence of astonishment fell upon
the court.

The Squire was the first to recover himself.

"Silence," he said, addressing her. "Silence. This cannot go on here."

"But I want justice," she shrieked. "I want justice; I want a warrant
against that man for /bigamy/." (Sensation.) "He's left me to starve;
me, his lawful wife. Look here," and she tore open the pink satin tea-
gown, "I haven't enough clothes on me; the bailiffs took all my
clothes; I have suffered his cruelty for years, and borne it, and I
can bear it no longer. Justice, your worships; I only ask for
justice."

"Be silent, woman," said Mr. de la Molle; "if you have a criminal
charge to bring against anybody there is a proper way to make it. Be
silent or leave this court."

But she only screamed the more for /justice/, and loudly detailed
fragments of her woes to the eagerly listening crowd.

Then policemen were ordered to remove her, and there followed a
frightful scene. She shrieked and fought in such a fashion that it
took four men to drag her to the door of the court, where she dropped
exhausted against the wall in the corridor.

"Well," said the observant George to himself, "she hev done the trick
proper, and no mistake. Couldn't have been better. That's a master
one, that is." Then he turned his attention to the stricken man before
him. Mr. Quest was sitting there, his face ashen, his eyes wide open,
and his hands placed flat on the table before him. When silence had
been restored he rose and turned to the bench apparently with the
intention of addressing the court. But he said nothing, either because
he could not find the words or because his courage failed him. There
was a moment's intense silence, for every one in the crowded court was
watching him, and the sense of it seemed to take what resolution he
had left out of him. At any rate, he left the table and hurried from
the court. In the passage he found the Tiger, who, surrounded by a
little crowd, her hat awry and her clothes half torn from her back,
was huddled gasping against the wall.

She saw him and began to speak, but he stopped and faced her. He faced
her, grinding his teeth, and with such an awful fire of fury in his
eyes that she shran