The first pill had at once turned to a brilliant rose, but the contested pill, being antiquated, "hung fire," as it were, for some seconds.

As nothing occurred, dismay made itself evident on the face of the prosecutor, and for a moment he felt that all was lost.

Then the five-year-old pill slowly turned to a faint brown, changed to a yellowish red, and finally broke into an ardent rose.

The jury settled back into their seats with an audible "Ah!" and the defendant was convicted.
Let us return, however, to that point in the proceedings where the defendant has been "held for trial" by the magistrate.

The prisoner's counsel now endeavors to convince the district attorney that "there is nothing in the case," and continues unremittingly to work upon the feelings of the complainant.