The blood went hot in Fairchild's brain.

He rose from the table, hands clenched, muscles tensed, only to find himself drawn back by the strong grasp of Harry.

The big Cornishman whispered to him as he took his seat again: "It 'll only make more trouble.

I know 'ow you feel--but 'old in.
'Old in!" It was an admonition which Fairchild was forced to repeat to himself more than once that morning as he walked uptown with Harry, to face the gaze of the street loafers, to be plied with questions, and to strive his best to fence away from them.

There were those who were plainly curious; there were others who professed not to believe the testimony and who talked loudly of action against the coroner for having introduced the evidence of a woman known by every one to be lacking in balanced mentality.