An instant later the door was pushed open, and grateful for any interruption that would serve to take Mr.
Saul's attention from himself, the judge abruptly turned his back on the clerk and began to examine the record before him.

Engrossed in this, he was at first scarcely aware of the conversation that was being carried on within a few feet of him.

Insensibly, however, the cold, level tones of the voice that was addressing itself to Mr.Saul quickened the beat of his pulse, the throb of his heart, and struck back through the years to a day from which he reckoned time.

The heavy, calf-bound volume in his hand shook like a leaf in a gale.

He turned slowly, as if in dread of what he might see.
What he saw was a man verging on sixty, lean and dark, with thin, shaven cheeks of a bluish cast above the jaw, and a strongly aquiline profile.
Long, black locks swept the collar of his coat, while his tall, spare figure was habited in sleek broadcloth and spotless linen.