“Yes, I did.”

“Would you recognize him if you saw him again?”

“Sure.”

“Look around the court-room and see if you can find him here.”

“Sure I can find him.  I seen him when I first came in, but I can’t see his face because he’s hiding behind the prosecuting attorney.”

All eyes were turned in the direction of the prosecuting attorney to see Bince leap suddenly to his feet and lean forward upon the desk before him, supported by a trembling arm as he shook his finger at the Lizard, and in high-pitched tones screamed, “It’s a lie!  It’s a lie!”

For a moment longer he stood looking wildly about the room, and then with rapid strides he crossed it to an open window, and before any one could interfere he vaulted out, to fall four stories to the cement sidewalk below.

For several minutes pandemonium reigned in the court-room.  Elizabeth Compton Bince swooned, and when she regained consciousness she found herself in the arms of Harriet Holden.

“Take me home, Harriet,” she asked; “take me away from this place.  Take me to your home.  I do not want to go back to mine yet.”

Half an hour later, in accordance with the judge’s charge to the jury, a verdict of “Not guilty” was rendered in the case of the People of Illinois versus James Torrance, Jr.

Mr. Holden and Jimmy’s attorney were the first to congratulate him, and the former insisted that he come home with him to dinner.

“I am sorry,” said Jimmy; “I should like to immensely, but there is some one I must see first.  If I may I should like to come out later in the evening to thank you and Miss Holden.”

Jimmy searched about the court-room until he found the Lizard.  “I don’t know how to thank you,” he said.

“Don’t then,” said the Lizard.  “Who you ought to thank is that little girl who is sick in bed up on the north side.”

“That’s just where I am going now,” said Jimmy.  “Is she very sick?”

“Pneumonia,” said the Lizard.  “I telephoned her doctor just before I came over here, and I guess if you want to see her at all you’d better hurry.”

“It’s not that had, is it?” Jimmy said.

“I’m afraid it is,” said the Lizard.

Jimmy lost no time in reaching the street and calling a taxi.  A nurse admitted him to the apartment.  “How is she?” he asked.

The nurse shook her head.

“Can she see any one?”

“It won’t make any difference now,” said the nurse, and Jimmy was led into the room where the girl, wasted by fever and suffering, lay in a half-comatose condition upon her narrow bed.  Jimmy crossed the room and laid his hand upon her forehead and at the touch she opened her eyes and looked up at him.  He saw that she recognized him and was trying to say something, and he kneeled beside the bed so that his ear might be closer to her lips.

“Jimmy,” she whispered, “you are free?  Tell me.”