The woman, still silent, was led away to the cell.

Rosenthal's clerk, who had made the charge for the firm, had come round to the captain's side of the desk to sign some papers.

Pickert and the officer had already disappeared through the street-door.

At this juncture the priest entered.

His presence was noted by every man in the room, most of whom rose to their feet, some removing their hats.
"Good-morning, captain," he said, including with his bow the other people present.