THE FINANCIER 
dered whether by any chance Aileen was here. He had 
objected to her coming, but she might have. She was, as a 
matter of fact, in the extreme rear, pocketed in a crowd 
near the door, heavily veiled, but present. She had not 
been able to resist the desire to know quickly and surely 
her beloved's fate—to be near him in his hour of real 
suffering, as she thought. She was greatly angered at 
seeing him brought in with a line of ordinary criminals 
and made to wait in this, to her, shameful public manner, 
but she could not help admiring all the more the dignity 
and superiority of his presence even here. He was not 
even pale, she thought, just the same firm, forceful man 
she had always known him to be. My, how badly life had 
used him in these last several months—how cruel it had 
been to him ! 
When the name of William Eugster was called—the 
two house-breakers, although their offenses were identical, 
were nevertheless sentenced separately—he followed with 
his peculiarly suggestive walk to the rail. Eugster did 
not walk directly forward on the soles of his feet, but 
rather pivoted circularly on his heels. He was a slathery 
type of man, in the sense in which the Irish use the word 
—meaning loose-jointed, pugnacious, dour, and other 
things. He was not capable of looking anything under 
the present circumstances save uncertain. Naturally, 
he was apprehensive of a severe sentence, as was his 
companion, and perhaps with a view to concealing the 
significance of his eyes, kept them to the floor. His 
hands, as Cowperwood noted, were not long and shapely 
like those of a craftsman of any kind, but short and 
stubby, with round, homely nails. No doubt, he thought, 
the police had the right man in this instance, as in the case 
of his partner, who was of a somewhat different type; 
but how could one tell ? How could one figure out the 
devious course by which they had come here ? 
" William Eugster," said his honor, after the second 
bailiff had asked his name, address, age, profession or 
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