"that I may consult my client and find if he desires to call
witnesses."

"The court finds," responded the Judge, "that a clear case of
house-breaking has been proven against the prisoner by reputable
witnesses. He will have to stand trial."

For the first time the prisoner raised his eyes from contemplation
of the floor.

"I demand trial by jury," he announced.

"It is your right," acknowledged the Judge, and turned to consult
his calendar.

Stepping forward, the deputy marshal laid his hand on the burglar's
shoulder.

"Go inside," he directed and held open the cage door, which
immediately swung back into place, and Rochester, following closely
at the prisoner's heels, halted abruptly. A fit of coughing shook
the burglar and he paused by the iron railing, gasping for breath.

"Water," he pleaded, and a court attendant handed a cup to
Rochester, standing just outside the cage, and he passed it over
the iron railing to the burglar. Then turning on his heel the
lawyer rejoined Clymer, his discontent plainly discernible.

"A clear case against your client," remarked Clymer, reading his
thoughts. "Don't take the affair to heart, man; you did your