CHAPTER III.
THE HIDDEN HANDS 1.
Sanford Quest and Lenora stood side by side upon the steps of the Courthouse, waiting for the automobile which had become momentarily entangled in a string of vehicles.

A little crowd of people were elbowing their way out on to the sidewalk.

The faces of most of them were still shadowed by the three hours of tense drama from which they had just emerged.

Quest, who had lit a cigar, watched them curiously.
"No need to go into Court," he remarked.

"I could have told you, from the look of these people, that Macdougal had escaped the death sentence.