And there is confusion in the court room.
Mr. Rand bounds angrily to his feet, then reseats himself suddenly, and without opening his lips.
As they bear Frank Lamotte from the room, O’Meara’s voice rises and rings clear above the buzz and bustle:
“That witness must not be permitted to leave the court.”
Then he stands gazing about him like a small, rampant lion; his eyes flashing, his nostrils quivering, his whole manner betokening that he is warming to his work.
Presently the room is quiet again, and O’Meara addresses the court:
“Your honor, and gentlemen; I have been successful beyond my expectations. You see what a guilty conscience can do. I wished to convince this court that my client has enemies in W——; powerful, unsuspected, enemies. I wished also to demonstrate to Mr. Rand, ho
