Then the foreman of the jury stood up.
"The jury have heard sufficient of this case, my lord," he said, "and they are agreed on their verdict." * * * * * For a moment the buzzing whispers went about the court again, shrilling high, but instantaneously they died down, and the same tense silence prevailed.

But from the back of the court there was a stir, and the judge seeing what it was that caused it waited, while Mrs.Assheton moved from her place, and made her way to the front of the dock in which Morris sat.

She had been in the witness-box that day, and everyone knew her, and all made way for her, moving as the blades of corn move when the wind stirs them, for her right was recognised and unquestioned.

But the dock was high above her, and a barrister who sat below instantly vacated his seat, she got up and stood on it.

All eyes were fixed on her, and none saw that at this moment a telegram was handed to the judge which he opened and read.
Then he turned to the foreman of the jury.
"What verdict, do you find ?" he asked.
"Not guilty." Mrs.Assheton had already grasped Morris's hands in hers, and just as the words were spoken she kissed him.
* * * * * Then a shout arose which bade fair to lift the roof off, and neither judge nor ushers of the court made any attempt to quiet it, and if it was only for the sensation of seeing the gallows march nearer the prisoner that these folk had come together, yet there was no mistaking the genuineness of their congratulations now.