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A great wave of excitement swept over the room at these remarks "What!" each said to himself, "is it possible that this laill try to prove that Latour, despite his circumstantial confession, did not coht take hold of us, yet could not see what else could explain Maitland's remarks Is it any wonder, therefore, that we all waited breathlessly for hi It was evident he did not propose to have his skill as a detective,--and with it the Darroard,--set aside without a struggle--at least so it seerave when Maitland continued

"I shall show you that M Godin's testimony is utterly unreliable, and, moreover, that it is intentionally so"

This was a direct accusation, and at it M Godin's face beca to control his anger and saw the effort that it cost him as he fastened Maitland with a stiletto-like look that was anything but reassuring George did not appear to notice it and continued easily: "I shall prove to you beyond a doubt that, in the actual murder of John Darrow, only one person was concerned,--by which I mean, that only one person was outside the east hen he met his death I shall also show that M Latour was not, and could not by any possibility have been, that person [At this juncture Browne arose and walked toward the door He was very pale and looked anything but well I thought he was going to leave, but he reseated himself at the back of the room near the door] I shall convince you that M Latour's description of the way the murder was committed is false"

All eyes were turned toward Latour, but he n either of affir listlessly in front of him, he sat in a half-collapsed condition, like one in a stupor M Godin shifted uneasily in his chair, as if he could not reer Maitland proceeded with calm deliberation: "Mr Clinton Browne--"

But he did not finish the sentence At the name "Mr Clinton Browne" he was interrupted by a sudden commotion at the rear of the room, followed by a heavy fall which shook the whole apartment We all turned and looked toward the door Severalupon the floor, and one of the water in the face of the prostrate man Presently he revived a little, and they bore him out into the cooler air of the corridor It was Clinton Browne The great tension of the trial, his own strong emotions, and the closeness of the room had doubtless been too much for him I could not but marvel at it, however Here were delicate wo power, and yet this athlete, with the form of a Mars and the fibre of a Hercules, must be the first to succumb Verily, even physicians are subject to surprises!