The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-03-19

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 would be well enough for the trial to continue for some days at least, but When she woke a few hours later she vowed she was perfectly able to go
 into court even then. And so, no more
 than an hour late, the proceedings were continued.
 That hour had seemed very short time to Mary and to Langdon. but 1t was a very long one to the excited spectators who crowded the rooms to
 the doors, whispering excited reminis- cences of the day before.
 Whatever doubts had fingered in the minds of the public as to the veraclty and the strength of the defense built up by Langdon had been shattered at
 one blow. For Mary, as everyone said,
 might indeed have been actress enough
 to feign madness at the sight of the drunken policeman. but she could not
 have feigned that great bruise on her
 shoulder. The shadow of the gripping
 hand with those livid scars beneath 1t told mutely of how the cruel fingers | had torn into the tender flesh. 1 The newspaper bearing pr. Fosters article on "Repressed Psychosis" which the District Attorney had so sarcasti- cally introduced as evidence had been bored over by every juryman. and from coast to coast the dramatic story of
 the scene in court was the one subject at the breakfast tables of rich and poor alike.
 It seemed incredible to those who had watched the frenzied, screaming wo-
 man carried out the day before that she could ever regain her sanity. When
 she came in, very pale, very wan, but
 serenely calm and smiling, nothing but
 the fear of being shut out from the final scenes of the great drama kept the
 crowds from wild applause.
 The prosecutor alone did not look at her. He felt at that moment almost as if he hated her with personal vindic- tiveness. For he, too, had had an all- night vigil, seeking some ruse or legal technicality that would keep the events of the day before out of the records of the case. He knew only too well that any jury. having seen Mary's seizure. would be readily convinced that she might have suffered in the same fash ion on the night when David Pollock was killed, and that if they were con- vinced of that, proving Mary's guilt was going to be the hardest struggle he had ever known. He was savage
 with weariness and doubly angry be- cause, try as he would, he could not himself shake off the tenacious mem | ory of that white, shrinking shoulder with its dread scars marring the flesh. In consequence the opening hours of court were marked by a series of bitter wrangles during which even his honor lost his temper, and the restlessness of
 the spectators became open disorder.
 But for all his acidity of wit and skill
 at argument it was losing fight that
 the District Attorney waged. He was conscious of that himself Therefore it came as no surprise when it was at last brought summarily to an end by
 the judge, who ordered the testimony of the policeman as to Mary's madness entered as evidence.
 With a long breath of relief Langdon turned back toward his seat. suddenly becoming conscious that he was hold ing a crumpled scrap of paper which the bailiff had thrust into his hand some moments before. He remembered
 now that the court officer had said something when he gave it to him, but
 he hadn't caught the words. and it was with entire indifference that he opened l the note and read the hastily scrawled
 words. But at sight of them indifference gave place to excitement. Crumpling
 the paper up in his hand. he turned
 sharply to the bailiff.
 Gall George Brennan" he said. and there was triumph in his tones. Brennan was the same cleancut young detective who had told of the disappearance of Daniels. and the first question asked him revealed what had
 been in the note.
 "Mr Brennan, have just received a message which says that you have
 found MT. Daniels. Will you tell the
 court. please the circumstances of the
 finding of the missing man?"
 Well, it wasn't exactly a case o1
 finding him." said the detective, with smile. You see-he just came home. was hanging around the apartment
 house in case anyone brought mes-
 sage to Mrs. Daniels when saw him
 come into the vestibule. He had a three days growth of beard on his face and his clothes were all mussed up as 1 if he'd been sleeping in them. He | looked like a bum after a three days
 jag. but I had no trouble recognizing him."
 "Did he seem excited-or anxious te get into the building without being | seen?"
 No. He moved slowly, as if he was
 dazed. He hesitated quite while be- fore he rang the bell of his apart | ment. but as soon as he'd pushed il
 he got impatient. and kept calling | Tello' up the speaking tube. and when someone answered he said 'Oper the door quick. It's me-your father. | When the latch clicked he went in, but he made no effort to close the door after him, so I followed. Both Mrs
 Daniels and the daughter were in the
 doorway of the apartment to meet him
 and while they were kissing and hug eing him walked in.''
 "Did Daniels seem startled at the
 sight of you?"
 sNo. He seemed sort of stupid as il
 he was sleepy. but when Mrs. Daniels
 told him I was detective and that he was wanted as a witness in the Page trial he woke up fast enough and got amEzMMssaHgE:alszlsala}zE