I sent
him a sub-poena on Saturday night. Though, after all, juries go
very little by such general and vague testimony as that to
character. It is very right that they should not often; but in this
instance unfortunate for us, as we must rest our case on the alibi."
The pen went again, scratch, scratch over the paper.
Job grew very fidgety. He sat on the edge of his chair, the more
readily to start up when Will and Mary should appear. He listened
intently to every noise and every step on the stair.
Once he heard a man's footstep, and his old heart gave a leap of
delight. But it was only Mr. Bridgnorth's clerk, bringing him a
list of those cases in which the grand jury had found true bills.
He glanced it over and pushed it to Job, merely saying--
"Of course we expected this," and went on with his writing.
There was a true bill against James Wilson, of course. And yet Job
felt now doubly anxious and sad. It seemed the beginning of the
end. He had got, by imperceptible degrees, to think Jem innocent.
Little by little this persuasion had come upon him.
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