CHAPTER XXVThere was just one man in the courtroom who had not noticed the hush, nor the opening door, and that was a peppery little red-faced, red-haired lawyer for the Dillon cousins who had made it a point to object to everything possible all the way through, and just at this point, taking advantage of the momentary lull, he broke off from an intensive consultation with a Dillon cousin and sprang to his feet shouting:
“Your Honor, I object to the way my opponent is carrying this thing on. Emily Dillon is dead! It has been conclusively proved that she met death in a violent way!”
But at that instant, even while his clamorous words were bounding about and echoing against the scarred old courtroom walls, like rubber balls set a-going that could not stop, he became suddenly aware of the h
