“I never before in all my career, brought to justice a criminal whom I both pitied unreservedly, and justified fully. Viewing all things from his standpoint, Evan Lamotte is less a murderer than a martyr.”
It is the day after the trial with so strange an ending. They are seated in O’Meara’s library; Constance, Mrs. Aliston, Mrs. O’Meara, Sir Clifford, his brother, the Honorable George Heathercliffe, Ray Vandyck, O’Meara, and Mr. Bathurst. Mr. Bathurst, who now appears what he is; a handsome gentleman, about thirty years of age, clever, vivacious, eminently agreeable. Mr. Wedron, like Brooks, has served out his day, and been set aside.
isThey have assembled at the detective’s request, and while fully expecting a revelation of some sort, they look a serene, and not an apprehensive party.
