Three letters making up the most
important monosyllable in the language, which if pronounced is life, if
omitted is death: an awkward position for an innocent man especially.
The jury, after twenty minutes past nine, were again in the jury-box.
I was satisfied by their countenances that 'the People' were victorious.
The Clerk of the Court: "Gentlemen of the Jury, have you considered
your verdict?"
Foreman: "We have."
The Clerk: "Do you find the prisoner at the bar Guilty or Not Guilty?"
Foreman, with a firm voice: "NOT GUILTY!"
'Magna opera Domini' - (God save the People) - thus my chains sprang
asunder. The people inside telegraphed the good news to the crowd
outside, and "Hurrah!" rent the air in the old British style.
Chapter XCI.
Accidenti Alle Spie.
I WAS soon at the portal of the Supreme Court, a free man. I thought the
people would have smothered me in their demonstrations of joy. Requesting
silence, I stretched forth my right hand towards heaven, and with the
earnestness of a Christian did pray as follows: - I hereby transcribe the
prayer as written in pencil on paper whilst in gaol in the lower cell,
No. 33.
"LORD GOD OF ISRAEL, our Father in Heaven! we acknowledge our
transgressions since we came into this our adopted land.
