In Sight of St. Paul's — page 247: what you’re looking at

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242 WAITING FOR THE VERDICT. you can. You’d better go into the cathedral, for they’ll never think of looking for you there. ’’ Gridston turned pale as death, and certainly the words were sufficient to cause him fright. ‘“Why,’? he stammered, breathlessly. ‘‘What’s the matter ?”’ ‘Everything!’ replied Treacher, emphatically, and Gridston’s heart turned cold with fear. ‘‘Burn- sides has come to the court with a confession signed by his wife and witnessed, telling everything.’’ ‘Everything!’ gasped Gridston, staggering back. ‘I think so, That’s all I can say. The judge, too, has received Burnsides’ own statement as evidence. Chichester may be set free and a warrant out against you in no time.’’ Gridston shook as if stricken by an attack of palsy. ‘“My God!’ he. ejaculated, in fear and horror. ‘“What’s to be done?”’ He was utterly unequal to decide for himself, and for once the lawyer, who in this case at least had not much to dread, was the stronger man. ‘‘Do what I tell you! Get inside the church. Tl let you know the result, and, if the worst comes to the worst, I'll find a way out for you if I can.”’ Gridston tried to pull himself together, but, now in the hour of danger, all his inherent cowardice came to the fore. He could neither reason nor act. All that he could do was to follow the lawyer’s ad- Eomichooks (E(0)