whom George performs personally doesn't return to consciousness—even temporarily. Where're we going to lunch?"
Calvin recollected the broad-shouldered young man who had approached him after the Royle girl had dropped in his pocket the money for the music book on the evening of his visit to the automat, and he prickled hotly at memory of his fatuity that night and later. How she had lied, perjuring herself by act and word in her sworn testimony regarding the relations between Ketlar and herself! Lies, expert lies and practiced deceptions and false appearances had composed her stock in trade from the first moment he had seen her! And how she had duped him so that, in spite of himself, he had borne reveries of her and dwelt upon them and become unable to banish them, while all the time she had been playing upon him in preparation for this appearance upon the witness stand for the purpose of freeing Ketlar in order that she might have him.
The heat of the office became insufferable to Calvin, who pulled on his overcoat and went out, accompanied by the others. He made no suggestion; but, as usual with them, he chose a course and they followed, this time turning eastward to the boulevard and the gleaming tower of the Wrigley building.
It was one of those winter days when the air, even at noon, remains at below zero temperature; and what breeze there was blew from the lake. It cut Calvin's forehead and cheek, but he did not, like the others, lower his head to lessen the sting; he liked the bite of the cold this day which was still insufficient to subdue the heat ebullient within him.
Two o'clock and the call to court, with the People again opposing Frederic Ketlar, reinvested the judge and the jury with the dignities of officers of Death. The accused
