are ready. A
heavy trampling is now heard in the corridor, followed by an unbroken
silence. Landolin is sent for. With a firm step he mounts the stairs to
the prisoner's dock. He stands still; for he is saying to himself:
"They shall never say they saw me break down." He looks at the twelve
men, but their faces seem to him to be swimming in a sea. Now, as
though emerging from the waves, they rise. The foreman, Titus, lays his
right hand on his heart, in his left a sheet of paper trembles and
rustles.
Titus first reads the points that have been submitted to them. Oh, how
long that lasts! Why this repetition? Why not immediately say, Guilty;
or, Not Guilty? Now Titus draws a deep breath, and says:
"The accused is pronounced not guilty, by six voices against six."
A blow is heard to fall on the statute book which lies on the
counselor's table. His glistening eyeglass falls down, and twirls
around on its broad, black ribbon, as if astonished.
The judges hold a whispered consultation; and the president rises, and
after reading the passages of the law bearing upon the case, says:
"The accused is not guilty. Landolin! you are free."
Landolin sees gathering about him his lawyer, his son, Tobias, and
several jurymen and old friends. He sits on the bench, nods silently,
and tears that he cannot keep back roll down his cheek.
"Father, don't weep; rejoice!" cried Peter. But in a moment a different
cry is heard. The spectators had crowded noisily out of the building,
and announced the verdict to the many people waiting in the corridor,
on the stairs, and in front of the court-house. And now one could hear
loud cries of "the murderer's released!" then yells, whistles, and
threatening exclamations from the keepers and guards.
"Wait until the mob has scattered," said the host of the Ritter, who
was one of the jury, "you will put up with me. I have ordered a good
meal to be prepared for you and your guests."
Landolin had regained his self-command, and answered in a clear voice:
"Yes; serve as good a meal as you can, and invite all the jurymen. The
other six are not my enemies. I--I will never have another enemy in the
world."
"Father, I would like to give Titus a special invitation."
"Do so. Didn't I say that for the few years I have yet to live, I will
be nobody's enemy?"
"And I will send a telegram to mother."
"Do so, and say that I am all right."
The electric spark flashes over the wire, knocks at the
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