their idle comfort was of short duration for Mr. Shannon, 
now called out the name of Mr. George W. Stener, who 
came hurrying forward very pale, very flaccid, very tired- 
looking. His eyes, as he took his seat in the witness-chair, 
laying his hand on the Bible and swearing to tell the 
truth, roved in a restless, nervous manner. Cowperwood 
studied him a moment carefully as he sat down and 
their eyes met. Stener had no courage, apparently, any 
more—no viewpoint. He could not endure Cowper- 
wood's steady, examining eye, though he knew now, for 
the first time, that Cowperwood was bent on discrediting 
his truthful testimony with a hard, barefaced lie. He 
twisted nervously in his chair; his hands kept opening 
and closing and moving forward and backward on the 
high side-arms. 
"He certainly has got into a bad state physically," 
observed Cowperwood to Steger, calmly; and the latter 
agreed quite pleasantly. They watched him as Mr. 
Shannon began, and all through his testimony; but he 
never again looked at Cowperwood—he could not for 
some reason, though he really had the more truthful end 
of the argument. 
Was he George W. Stener? Yes. Where did he live? 
At present at iii 2 Spring Garden Street. What was his 
business or occupation on October 9th last? He was 
treasurer of the city of Philadelphia. And did he know 
the defendant, Frank A. Cowperwood, who was sitting 
at this table here behind the speaker? He did. Would 
he tell the gentlemen of the jury where, how, and under 

 circumstances he had first met the defendant, and 
would he please try to speak very loud and clear, so that 
all the members of the jury might hear—the furthest 
member over here, even? 
Mr. Stener cleared his voice, which was a little weak. 
He had first met Mr. Cowperwood in the early months 
of 1866—he could not remember the exact day; it was 
during his first term as city treasurer—he had been elected