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derson； mounting the steps of his rostrum； his frizzled hair standing out in a strange； attractive way； his familiar bailiff rapping for order。 He did not look at Cowperwoodit would not be courteous but at the jury； who gazed at him in return。 At the words of the clerk； 〃Gentlemen of the jury； have you agreed upon a verdict？〃 the foreman spoke up； 〃We have。〃
〃Do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty？〃
〃We find the defendant guilty as charged in the indictment。〃
How had they come to do this？ Because he had taken a check for sixty thousand dollars which did not belong to him？ But in reality it did。 Good Lord； what was sixty thousand dollars in the sum total of all the money that had passed back and forth between him and George W。 Stener？ Nothing； nothing！ A mere bagatelle in its way； and yet here it had risen up； this miserable； insignificant check； and become a mountain of opposition； a stone wall； a prison…wall barring his further progress。 It was astonishing。 He looked around him at the court…room。 How large and bare and cold it was！ Still he was Frank A。 Cowperwood。 Why should he let such queer thoughts disturb him？ His fight for freedom and privilege and restitution was not over yet。 Good heavens！ It had only begun。 In five days he would be out again on bail。 Steger would take an appeal。 He would be out； and he would have two long months in which to make an additional fight。 He was not down yet。 He would win his liberty。 This jury was all wrong。 A higher court would say so。 It would reverse their verdict； and he knew it。 He turned to Steger； where the latter was having the clerk poll the jury； in the hope that some one juror had been over…persuaded； made to vote against his will。
〃Is that your verdict？〃 he heard the clerk ask of Philip Moultrie； juror No。 1。
〃It is；〃 replied that worthy； solemnly。
〃Is that your verdict？〃 The clerk was pointing to Simon Glassberg。
〃Yes； sir。〃
〃Is that your verdict？〃 He pointed to Fletcher Norton。
〃Yes。〃
So it went through the whole jury。 All the men answered firmly and clearly； though Steger thought it might barely be possible that one would have changed his mind。 The judge thanked them and told them that in view of their long services this night； they were dismissed for the term。 The only thing remaining to be done now was for Steger to persuade Judge Payderson to grant a stay of sentence pending the hearing of a motion by the State Supreme Court for a new trial。
The Judge looked at Cowperwood very curiously as Steger made this request in proper form； and owing to the importance of the case and the feeling he had that the Supreme Court might very readily grant a certificate of reasonable doubt in this case； he agreed。 There was nothing left； therefore； but for Cowperwood to return at this late hour with the deputy sheriff to the county jail； where he must now remain for five days at leastpossibly longer。
The jail in question； which was known locally as Moyamensing Prison； was located at Tenth and Reed Streets； and from an architectural and artistic point of view was not actually displeasing to the eye。 It consisted of a central portionprison； residence for the sheriff or what you willthree stories high； with a battlemented cornice and a round battlemented tower about one…third as high as the central portion itself； and two wings； each two stories high； with battlemented turrets at either end； giving it a highly castellated and consequently； from the American point of view； a very prison…like appearance。 The facade of the prison； which was not more than thirty…five feet high for the central portion； nor more than twenty…five feet for the wings； was set back at least a hundred feet from the street； and was continued at either end； from the wings to the end of the street block； by a stone wall all of twenty feet high。 The structure was not severely prison…like； for the central portion was pierced by rather large； unbarred apertures hung on the two upper stories with curtains； and giving the whole front a rather pleasant and residential air。 The wing to the right； as one stood looking in from the street； was the section known as the county jail proper； and was devoted to the care of prisoners serving short…term sentences on some judicial order。 The wing to the left was devoted exclusively to the care and control of untried prisoners。 The whole building was built of a smooth； light…colored stone； which on a snowy night like this； with the few lamps that were used in it glowing feebly in the dark； presented an eery； fantastic； almost supernatural appearance。
It was a rough and blowy night when Cowperwood started for this institution under duress。 The wind was driving the snow before it in curious； interesting whirls。 Eddie Zanders； the sheriff's deputy on guard at the court of Quarter Sessions； accompanied him and his father and Steger。 Zanders was a little man； dark； with a short； stubby mustache； and a shrewd though not highly intelligent eye。 He was anxious first to uphold his dignity as a deputy sheriff； which was a very important position in his estimation； and next to turn an honest penny if he could。 He knew little save the details of his small world； which consisted of accompanying prisoners to and from the courts and the jails； and seeing that they did not get away。 He was not unfriendly to a particular type of prisonerthe well…to…do or moderately prosperousfor he had long since learned that it paid to be so。 To…night he offered a few sociable suggestionsviz。； that it was rather rough； that the jail was not so far but that they could walk； and that Sheriff Jaspers would； in all likelihood； be around or could be aroused。 Cowperwood scarcely heard。 He was thinking of his mother and his wife and of Aileen。
When the jail was reached he was led to the central portion； as it was here that the sheriff； Adlai Jaspers； had his private office。 Jaspers had recently been elected to office； and was inclined to conform to all outward appearances； in so far as the proper conduct of his office was concerned； without in reality inwardly conforming。 Thus it was generally known among the politicians that one way he had of fattening his rather lean salary was to rent private rooms and grant special privileges to prisoners who had the money to pay for the same。 Other sheriffs had done it before him。 In fact； when Jaspers was inducted into office； several prisoners were already enjoying these privileges； and it was not a part of his scheme of things to disturb them。 The rooms that he let to the 〃right parties；〃 as he invariably put it； were in the central portion of the jail； where were his own private living quarters。 They were unbarred； and not at all cell…like。 There was no particular danger of escape； for a guard stood always at his private door instructed 〃to keep an eye〃 on the general movements of all the inmates。 A prisoner so accommodated was in many respects quite a free person。 His meals were served to him in his room； if he wished。 He could read or play cards； or receive guests； and if he had any favorite musical instrument； that was not denied him。 There was just one rule that had to be complied with。 If he were a public character； and any newspaper men called； he had to be brought down…stairs into the private interviewing room in order that they might not know that he was not confined in a cell like any other prisoner。
Nearly all of these facts had been brought to Cowperwood's attention beforehand by Steger； but for all that； when he crossed the threshold of the jail a peculiar sensation of strangeness and defeat came over him。 He and his party were conducted to a little office to the left of the entrance； where were only a desk and a chair； dimly lighted by a low…burning gas…jet。 Sheriff Jaspers； rotund and ruddy； met them； greeting them in quite a friendly way。 Zanders was dismissed； and went briskly about his affairs。
〃A bad night； isn't it？〃 observed Jaspers； turning up the gas and preparing to go through the routine of registering his prisoner。 Steger came over and held a short； private conversation with him in his corner； over his desk which resulted presently in the sheriff's face lighting up。
〃Oh； certainly； certainly！ That's all right； Mr。 Steger； to be sure！ Why； certainly！〃
Cowperwood； eyeing the fat sheriff from his position； understood what it was all about。 He had regained completely his critical attitude； his cool； intellectual poise。 So this was the jail； and this was the fat mediocrity of a sheriff who was to take care of him。 Very good。 He would make the best of it。 He wondered whether he was to be searchedprisoners usually werebut he soon discovered that he was not to be。
〃That's all right； Mr。 Cowperwood；〃 said Jaspers； getting up。 〃I guess I can make you comfortable； after a fashion。 We're not running a hotel here； as you know〃he chuckled to himself〃but I guess I can make you comfortable。 John；〃 he called to a sleepy factotum； who appeared from another room； rubbing his eyes； 〃is the key to Number Six down here？〃
〃Yes； sir。〃
〃Let me have it。〃
John disappeared and returned； while Steger explained to Cowperwood that anything he wanted in the way of clothing； etc。； could