And then at last there comes the thrill for which all these men and women who crowd the public galleries to suffocation have been waiting.
“I suppose I may assume that after his return, this last autumn, you became deeply attached to Mr. Garlett?”
There follows a long pause—twice Jean Bower opens her pale lips, but no answer comes from them. Then, slowly, she bends her head.
“Do you still love him?”
The question is asked in a hard, unemotional voice. But it seems to galvanize the witness into eager, passionate, palpitating life.
She cries out strongly, almost triumphantly: “With all my heart and soul.”
The advocate for the Crown turns away. He has scored a great point. The jury have doubtless been moved by that cry of love and faith, but he, Sir Almeric Post, will soon show them, wit
