say, Joan Daisy," continued Elmen. "Have you also lived 'on' them?"
"I have been employed since I was twelve years old," replied Joan Daisy.
"Are you employed at present?"
"I am a stenographer employed by G. A. Hoberg of the Hoberg Construction Company."
"A private secretary, you said?" asked Max, bending forward quickly as though his ears, usually reliable, suddenly had betrayed him.
"I'm a stenographer," said Joan Daisy, and Max stared at her in bland admiration as though he had never heard such a confession before.
It was wholly an antic, but palpably it increased the liking for the witness; and Calvin, watching the jury, felt their pleasure in the performance. For Max Elmen confidently was staging a show; after having played upon their feelings, he gave them a pretty girl, teased her a little, perplexed her, preparing for the moment, always in anticipation, when he would draw from her intimacies titillating to women and to men.
Yet this was a trial for murder in a court of law! Law! Calvin thought, and his mind went, for an instant, to the Calvin Clarke who crossed the ocean nearly three hundred years before in the company of men bearing the first law and foundation of order to this continent; he thought of that Calvin in his cabin; of Timothy and of the Calvin who went to war with Knox, all giving their lives in the cause of law; of Jeremy of John Adams' administration and his sons and grandsons, all given to law which was become here, in the presence of Calvin Clarke in a Chicago court, a vehicle of entertainment.
A tall youth, beyond Max Elmen, arose and officiously moved about while Max was questioning. He stepped to the wall beyond the judge against which stood the
