thousand dollars more in other checks and certificates?  Certainly.  Why?  Do you suppose the Girard National Bank might be in any way grateful for this last little favor before he closed his doors?  Do you think that President Davison, whom you saw here testifying so kindly in this case feels at all friendly, and that that may possibly—­I don’t say that it does—­explain his very kindly interpretation of Mr. Cowperwood’s condition?  It might be.  You can think as well along that line as I can.  Anyhow, gentlemen, President Davison says Mr. Cowperwood is an honorable, honest man, and so does his counsel, Mr. Steger.  You have heard the testimony.  Now you think it over.  If you want to turn him loose—­turn him loose. [He waved his hand wearily.] You’re the judges.  I wouldn’t; but then I am merely a hard-working lawyer—­one person, one opinion.  You may think differently—­that’s your business. [He waved his hand suggestively, almost contemptuously.] However, I’m through, and I thank you for your courtesy.  Gentlemen, the decision rests with you.”

He turned away grandly, and the jury stirred—­so did the idle spectators in the court.  Judge Payderson sighed a sigh of relief.  It was now quite dark, and the flaring gas forms in the court were all brightly lighted.  Outside one could see that it was snowing.  The judge stirred among his papers wearily, and turning to the jurors solemnly, began his customary explanation of the law, after which they filed out to the jury-room.

Cowperwood turned to his father who now came over across the fast-emptying court, and said: 

“Well, we’ll know now in a little while.”

“Yes,” replied Cowperwood, Sr., a little wearily.  “I hope it comes out right.  I saw Butler back there a little while ago.”

“Did you?” queried Cowperwood, to whom this had a peculiar interest.

“Yes,” replied his father.  “He’s just gone.”

So, Cowperwood thought, Butler was curious enough as to his fate to want to come here and watch him tried.  Shannon was his tool.  Judge Payderson was his emissary, in a way.  He, Cowperwood, might defeat him in the matter of his daughter, but it was not so easy to defeat him here unless the jury should happen to take a sympathetic attitude.  They might convict him, and then Butler’s Judge Payderson would have the privilege of sentencing him—­giving him the maximum sentence.  That would not be so nice—­five years!  He cooled a little as he thought of it, but there was no use worrying about what had not yet happened.  Steger came forward and told him that his bail was now ended—­had been the moment the jury left the room—­and that he was at this moment actually in the care of the sheriff, of whom he knew—­Sheriff Adlai Jaspers.  Unless he were acquitted by the jury, Steger added, he would have to remain in the sheriff’s care until an application for a certificate of reasonable doubt could be made and acted upon.