"And all the papers have copied the advertisement.

I felt so sure we should hear of him long before this!" "Do you still feel sure that he is living ?" I ventured to ask.
"I am as certain of it as ever," she replied, firmly.

"He is somewhere in hiding; perhaps he is in disguise.

Suppose we know no more of him than we know now when the trial begins?
Suppose the jury--" She stopped, shuddering.

Death--shameful death on the scaffold--might be the terrible result of the consultation of the jury.