Strangely enough, the two most interested in this unexpected turn of affairs were among the latest to learn the surprising news.  Ralph Mainwaring, having felt slightly indisposed, and knowing that his side would not come up for hearing until the following day, had made himself as comfortable as possible in the elegant apartments which he had appropriated to his own use, while his son had left the court-room at an early hour to devote the remainder of the afternoon to letter-writing.

The latter glanced up from his writing and nodded pleasantly, as Mr. Whitney, pale with excitement, was ushered by the butler into the library.

“Mr. Mainwaring, is your father in?” the attorney inquired, hastily.

“I believe so,” replied the young man, smiling broadly; “the last I knew, the governor was luxuriating in his rooms up-stairs; I think you will find him there now.  How’s the case coming on, sir?” he added, as the attorney turned quickly towards the hall.  “Anything new developed?”

“Yes; decidedly new!” Mr. Whitney answered, rather brusquely; “you had better join us up-stairs!” and he disappeared.

The young man’s face grew suddenly serious, and, springing from his chair, he swiftly followed the retreating figure of the attorney, arriving just in time to hear the latter exclaim, in reply to some question from his father,-

“Well, sir, the storm has burst!”

Ralph Mainwaring was, as his son had said, “luxuriating” in a superb reclining chair, his eyes half closed, enjoying a fine Havana, but the attorney’s words seemed to produce the effect of an electric shock.

“The deuce, sir! what do you mean?” he demanded, instantly assuming an upright position.

“I simply mean that what I have expected and dreaded all along has at last come to pass.”

“Then, since it was not unexpected, it is to be presumed that you were at least prepared for it!  That shyster and his designing client must, at the last moment, have exerted their inventive faculties to a remarkable degree!”

“On the contrary,” said the attorney, quietly ignoring the other’s sarcasm, and handing copies of the evening papers to father and son, “I am satisfied that neither Hobson nor his client has any part in the developments of this afternoon.”

A brief silence followed, during which the attorney watched the two men before him, noting the strange contrast between them, never until that moment so apparent.  Young Mainwaring’s boyish face grew pale as he read, and he occasionally glanced at Mr. Whitney, as though seeking in his face either confirmation or contradiction of the report, but he remained calm and self-possessed, preserving his gentlemanly bearing to the close of the interview.  The face of the elder man, however, rapidly assumed an almost apoplectic hue, the veins standing out from his temples like whip-cords, and when he spoke his voice trembled with rage.  He was the first to break the silence, as, with an oath, he flung the papers upon the floor, exclaiming,-