"You say this man that came downstairs stopped and lighted a
cigarette before he left the building. Did you see his face?"

"Yes, I did."

"Would you recognize him if you saw him again?"

"Sure."

"Look around the court-room and see if you can find him here."

"Sure I can find him. I seen him when I first came in, but I can't see
his face because he's hiding behind the prosecuting attorney."

All eyes were turned in the direction of the prosecuting attorney to see
Bince leap suddenly to his feet and lean forward upon the desk before
him, supported by a trembling arm as he shook his finger at the Lizard,
and in high-pitched tones screamed, "It's a lie! It's a lie!"

For a moment longer he stood looking wildly about the room, and then
with rapid strides he crossed it to an open window, and before any one
could interfere he vaulted out, to fall four stories to the cement
sidewalk below.

For several minutes pandemonium reigned in the court-room. Elizabeth
Compton Bince swooned, and when she regained consciousness she found
herself in the arms of Harriet Holden.

"Take me home, Harriet," she asked; "take me away from this place. Take
me to your home. I do not want to go back to mine yet."