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the court as to that," explained the
Ten minutes later Childe, his mon
ey gone, with a receipt in his pocket
as sole security for it, was pacing his
narrow cell gloomily. However, he
felt sure that on the following day he
would be able to explain to the court
and be acquitted. He cursed Monte
Carlo with all his heart.
The next morning a lawyer came
to see him an American. Childe's
heart leaped up. Immediately he be
gan to expound the situation. How
ever, the lawyer took a gloomy view
of the case.
"We have no preliminary process
here," he told him. "Your case will
come up at the next sessions, in a
month's time. It is difficult to per
suade a native court, you know, in
case of assault, and unfortunately,
the fellow in falling struck the base
of his skull and received a concussion
which brought about death within a
few minutes.. If I were you I would
ask to see Signor Martine."
"Who in thunder is that?" asked
"Our consul. Italian gentleman,
but very faithful, and he'll do all he
can to have your case brought before
the state department"
"All right," said Childe.
That afternoon Signor Martino,
very bland, unctuous and affable, ap
peared. He listened to Childe's story
with profound regret Of course he
would do his best, but;
The "but" meant a month of wait
ing. The only consolation which the
prisoner found was that his counsel
felt sure he would be acquitted. And,
in fact, when the day of the trial ar
rived, Childe felt more than recom
pensed for his journey in the thought
that the following day would see him
safe aboard a Mediterranean steam
ship with his money in his pocket
The sergeant listened sympathet
ically and permitted him to look at
his roll of bills in a safe behind the
"Courage, Monsieur Childe," he
said. "Tonight should see you a free
The gendarmes led him under a
covered way into the courtroom. It
was a little place, dingier than the
station house, and the judge upon the
bench appeared an untrustworthy
person, in Childe's view. He was ap
parently chewing garlic, and he heard
the prosecutor, a gaunt man looking
like a bandit, with unpleasant nod
dings of the head.
The witnesses, consisting of the
second ruffian, and the wife and
child (female) of the dead man, who
screamed for justice, did not add to
Childe's comfort Worse still, his
consul, Signor Martino, put in an ap
pearance only when the case for the
The proceedings lasted two hour.
The judge, without summing up, pro
nounced a verdict of guilty. Childe
was sentenced to be guillotined the
. "I can do no more for you, my
friend," explained his consul with a
'shrug. "But I will come and talk with
That night Childe, pacing his cell
like a maniac, received a visit from
the consul. A movement was on foot,
he said, to have the sentence com
muted to penal servitude for life.
"I suppose you scoundrels want my
money!" snarled Childe.
"Monsieur Childe," replied the con
sul, "when you have offered an apol
ogy, through the jailer, I will return
'Five days later he came again.
Childe had apologized.
"Good luck, my friend," he cried.
"You see, your sentence is arousing
difficulties. The cost of importing a
guillotine would be prohibitive, and
the law does not permit us to seques
trate your money. Would you be
willing to escape across the border
tonight if your cell were unlocked?"
"Try me," answered Childe.
At midnight the consul, at the cell
door, thrust a bundle of bills into