you are going to be imprisoned. It isn't just!"

I tried to speak lightly, to reassure her.

"Don't be unhappy about that," I said. "A nice, safe jail, where
one may sleep and eat, and eat and sleep--oh, I shall be very
comfortable! And if you wish to make me exceedingly happy, you
will see that they let me have a razor."

But, to my surprise, she buried her face in her arms. I could not
believe at first that she was crying. The policeman had wandered
across to the other rail, and stood looking out at the city lights,
his back to us. I put my hand out to touch her soft hair, then
drew it back. I could not take advantage of her sympathy, of the
hysterical excitement of that last night on the Ella. I put my
hands in my pockets, and held them there, clenched, lest, in spite
of my will, I reach out to take her in my arms.




CHAPTER XIX

I TAKE THE STAND


And now I come, with some hesitation, to the trial. Hesitation,
because I relied on McWhirter to keep a record. And McWhirter,
from his notes, appears to have been carried away at times by
excitement, and either jotted down rows of unintelligible words,