Then, the attorney at one side, Harry at the other, he started out of the court room.
The crowd still was on the street, milling, circling, dividing into little groups to discuss the verdict.

Through them shot scrambling forms of newsboys, seeking, in imitation of metropolitan methods, to enhance the circulation of the _Bugle_ with an edition of a paper already hours old.

Dazedly, simply for the sake of something to take his mind from the throngs and the gossip about him, Fairchild bought a paper and stepped to the light to glance over the first page.

There, emblazoned under the "Extra" heading, was the story of the finding of the skeleton in the Blue Poppy mine, while beside it was something which caused Robert Fairchild to almost forget, for the moment, the horrors of the ordeal which he was undergoing.

It was a paragraph leading the "personal" column of the small, amateurish sheet, announcing the engagement of Miss Anita Natalie Richmond to Mr.Maurice Rodaine, the wedding to come "probably in the late fall!".