of affairs), they all stared. It was really too much to 
expect, most of them thought, that a man like this would 
be convicted. He was, no doubt, guilty; but, also, no 
doubt, he had ways and means of evading the law. His 
lawyer, Harper Steger, looked very shrewd and canny to 
them. It was very cold, and both men wore long, dark, 
bluish-gray overcoats, cut in the latest mode. Cowper- 
wood was given to small boutonnieres in fair weather, 
but to-day he wore none. His tie, however, was of heavy, 
impressive silk, of lavender hue, set with a large, clear, 
green emerald, which was cut narrow and long, and set 
bias to the line of his waistcoat buttons. He wore only 
the thinnest of watch-chains, and no other ornaments of 
any kind. He always looked reserved, impressive, jaunty, 
good-natured, and yet capably self-sufficient; and he 
never looked more so than he did to-day. 
Judge Payderson came in after a time, accompanied 
by his undersized but stout court attendant, who looked 
more like a pouter pigeon than a human being; and as 
they came, Bailiff Sparkheaver rapped on the judge's 
desk, beside which he had been slumbering, and mum- 
bled, " Please rise!" The audience arose, as is the rule 
of all courts. 
When the judge finally cleared away the various minor 
motions pending, he ordered his clerk, Mr. Able Protus, 
to call the case of the City of Philadelphia versus Frank A. 
Cowperwood, which was done in a clear voice. Both 
Mr. Dennis Shannon, the district attorney, and Mr. 
Steger, Cowperwood's counsel, were on their feet at once. 
Steger and Cowperwood, together with Shannon and 
Strobik, who had now come in and was standing as the 
representative of the State of Pennsylvania—the com- 
plainant—had seated themselves at the long table inside 
the railing which inclosed the space before the judge's 
desk. Steger proposed to Judge Payderson, for effect's 
sake more than anything else, that this indictment be 
quashed, but was overruled. A jury to try the case was