CHAPTER LXII 

 business of arranging Cowperwood's sentence for 
Monday was soon disposed of through Shannon, who 
had no personal objection to any reasonable delay. 
" That's all right, Mr. Steger," he observed, most 
cordially, after the proposition had been put to him. 
" No opposition on my part, not in the least. I want to 
congratulate you on the way you conducted your case. 
I thought you'd win, to tell you the truth. If public 
sentiment weren't as strong as it is against Cowperwood 
and Stener, I think you would have. Anyhow, you 
divided the Supreme Court. That's something. I have 
no hard feelings if you haven't." 
Steger smiled cordially. " Certainly not," he said. 
He shook hands and then went away, not bearing any 
resentment in the least. 
He next visited the county jail, close on to five o'clock, 
when it was already dark. Sheriff Jaspers was pleased 
to see him. He came lolling out from his private library, 
where he had been engaged upon the noble work of clean- 
ing his pipe. 
" How are you, Mr. Steger?" he observed, smiling 
blandly. " How are you ? Glad to see you. Won't you 
sit down? I suppose you're round here again on that 
Cowperwood matter. I just received word from the 
district attorney that he had lost his case." 
" That's it, Sheriff," replied Steger, ingratiatingly. 
"He just asked me to step around and see what you 
wanted him to do in the matter. Judge Payderson has 
just fixed the sentence time for Monday morning at ten 
o'clock. I don't suppose you'll be much put out if he 
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