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 he had walked away, she must find him later with no anger in her heart but only faith that he would help her change a jazz-band leader into a Mozart by taking three dollars and a half of her money to buy a music book; she must sit in court behind him, when he is trying a case, and feel his purpose and idea as no one else in the room and wait, late, for the verdict; she must confront him in court, upon the witness stand, and be assailed by him and strike back; she must lie beside him, at the bottom of a ditch with gunmen's bullets searching for her, and she must wait, still and silent without a word of what she was to do, and then stir and fight; she must slip back, thrilled with her triumph, although the next minute she might be killed.

Tingling from scalp to toes, Calvin stood and strode back and forth, utterly miserable. When his mind resorted to the developments of the day, he reviewed defeat. For the State had lacked competent evidence with which to imprison Zenn and his companions; the State could charge only the possession of weapons, disorderly conduct and minor offenses. So the gunmen had paid fines or furnished bail and all were free again.

The inquiry into the circumstances of Baretta's death was continued; but the police testimony was concluded so that Baretta, returned to his friends, was lying in state to-night in a coffin of ebony and mahogany with plates and handles of silver and gold.

Garlands drooped over him; sweet peas and roses enshrouded him; sprays, stands, wreaths of hothouse flowers, violets, narcissus, gladiole, carnations, orchids and bay leaves surrounded him and heaped the front rooms of his house.

Ceaselessly, with guards of his own gunmen, his friends filed past in respect to him; a fast train from Palm Beach bore his wife and her maids to his funeral to-morrow.