A man appeared on the balcony of the law courts.

He had a short, dark beard; his head with its high forehead was uncovered.

He stepped forward ceremoniously to the railing, and raised his hand to enforce silence.
And when the murmur of the crowd died away, he exclaimed in a thin voice, but pronouncing every syllable clearly, "The prisoner, Konrad Ferleitner, is found guilty by a majority of two-thirds of the jury, and in the name of his Majesty the King is condemned to die by hanging." He stood for a moment after making the announcement, and then went back into the house.

A few isolated exclamations came from the crowd.
"To make a martyr of him! Enthusiasm is infectious!" "An enthusiast! If he's an enthusiast, I'm a rascal!" "Why not ?" replied a shock-headed man with a laugh.
"Move on!" ordered the police, who were now reinforced by the military.
The crowd yielded on all sides, and the tram rails were once more free.
A few minutes later a closed carriage was driven along the same road.
The glint of a bayonet could be seen through the window.

The crowd flocked after the carriage, but it went so swiftly over the paved road that the dust flew up under the horses' hoofs, and at length it vanished in the poplar avenue that led to the prison.