y　filed　out　to　the　jury…room。
  Cowperwood　turned　to　his　father　who　now　came　over　across　the　fast…emptying　court；　and　said：
  〃Well；　we'll　know　now　in　a　little　while。〃
  〃Yes；〃　replied　Cowperwood；　Sr。；　a　little　wearily。　　〃I　hope　it　comes　out　right。　　I　saw　Butler　back　there　a　little　while　ago。〃
  〃Did　you？〃　queried　Cowperwood；　to　whom　this　had　a　peculiar　interest。
  〃Yes；〃　replied　his　father。　　〃He's　just　gone。〃
  So；　Cowperwood　thought；　Butler　was　curious　enough　as　to　his　fate　to　want　to　come　here　and　watch　him　tried。　　Shannon　was　his　tool。　Judge　Payderson　was　his　emissary；　in　a　way。　　He；　Cowperwood；　might　defeat　him　in　the　matter　of　his　daughter；　but　it　was　not　so　easy　to　defeat　him　here　unless　the　jury　should　happen　to　take　a　sympathetic　attitude。　　They　might　convict　him；　and　then　Butler's　Judge　Payderson　would　have　the　privilege　of　sentencing　himgiving　him　the　maximum　sentence。　　That　would　not　be　so　nicefive　years！　He　cooled　a　little　as　he　thought　of　it；　but　there　was　no　use　worrying　about　what　had　not　yet　happened。　　Steger　came　forward　and　told　him　that　his　bail　was　now　endedhad　been　the　moment　the　jury　left　the　roomand　that　he　was　at　this　moment　actually　in　the　care　of　the　sheriff；　of　whom　he　knewSheriff　Adlai　Jaspers。　　Unless　he　were　acquitted　by　the　jury；　Steger　added；　he　would　have　to　remain　in　the　sheriff's　care　until　an　application　for　a　certificate　of　reasonable　doubt　could　be　made　and　acted　upon。
  〃It　would　take　all　of　five　days；　Frank；〃　Steger　said；　〃but　Jaspers　isn't　a　bad　sort。　　He'd　be　reasonable。　　Of　course　if　we're　lucky　you　won't　have　to　visit　him。　　You　will　have　to　go　with　this　bailiff　now；　though。　　Then　if　things　come　out　right　we'll　go　home。　　Say；　I'd　like　to　win　this　case；〃　he　said。　　〃I'd　like　to　give　them　the　laugh　and　see　you　do　it。　　I　consider　you've　been　pretty　badly　treated；　and　I　think　I　made　that　perfectly　clear。　　I　can　reverse　this　verdict　on　a　dozen　grounds　if　they　happen　to　decide　against　you。〃
  He　and　Cowperwood　and　the　latter's　father　now　stalked　off　with　the　sheriff's　subordinatea　small　man　by　the　name　of　〃Eddie〃　Zanders；　who　had　approached　to　take　charge。　　They　entered　a　small　room　called　the　pen　at　the　back　of　the　court；　where　all　those　on　trial　whose　liberty　had　been　forfeited　by　the　jury's　leaving　the　room　had　to　wait　pending　its　return。　　It　was　a　dreary；　high…ceiled；　four…square　place；　with　a　window　looking　out　into　Chestnut　Street；　and　a　second　door　leading　off　into　somewhereone　had　no　idea　where。　It　was　dingy；　with　a　worn　wooden　floor；　some　heavy；　plain；　wooden　benches　lining　the　four　sides；　no　pictures　or　ornaments　of　any　kind。　　A　single　two…arm　gas…pipe　descended　from　the　center　of　the　ceiling。　　It　was　permeated　by　a　peculiarly　stale　and　pungent　odor；　obviously　redolent　of　all　the　flotsam　and　jetsam　of　lifecriminal　and　innocentthat　had　stood　or　sat　in　here　from　time　to　time；　waiting　patiently　to　learn　what　a　deliberating　fate　held　in　store。
  Cowperwood　was；　of　course；　disgusted；　but　he　was　too　self…reliant　and　capable　to　show　it。　　All　his　life　he　had　been　immaculate；　almost　fastidious　in　his　care　of　himself。　　Here　he　was　coming；　perforce；　in　contact　with　a　form　of　life　which　jarred　upon　him　greatly。　　Steger；　who　was　beside　him；　made　some　comforting；　explanatory；　apologetic　remarks。
  〃Not　as　nice　as　it　might　be；〃　he　said；　〃but　you　won't　mind　waiting　a　little　while。　　The　jury　won't　be　long；　I　fancy。〃
  〃That　may　not　help　me；〃　he　replied；　walking　to　the　window。　Afterward　he　added：　〃What　must　be；　must　be。〃
  His　father　winced。　　Suppose　Frank　was　on　the　verge　of　a　long　prison　term；　which　meant　an　atmosphere　like　this？　Heavens！　For　a　moment；　he　trembled；　then　for　the　first　time　in　years　he　made　a　silent　prayer。
  Chapter　XLIV
  Meanwhile　the　great　argument　had　been　begun　in　the　jury…room；　and　all　the　points　that　had　been　meditatively　speculated　upon　in　the　jury…box　were　now　being　openly　discussed。
  It　is　amazingly　interesting　to　see　how　a　jury　will　waver　and　speculate　in　a　case　like　thishow　curious　and　uncertain　is　the　process　by　which　it　makes　up　its　so…called　mind。　　So…called　truth　is　a　nebulous　thing　at　best；　facts　are　capable　of　such　curious　inversion　and　interpretation；　honest　and　otherwise。　　The　jury　had　a　strongly　complicated　problem　before　it；　and　it　went　over　it　and　over　it。
  Juries　reach　not　so　much　definite　conclusions　as　verdicts；　in　a　curious　fashion　and　for　curious　reasons。　　Very　often　a　jury　will　have　concluded　little　so　far　as　its　individual　members　are　concerned　and　yet　it　will　have　reached　a　verdict。　　The　matter　of　time；　as　all　lawyers　know；　plays　a　part　in　this。　　Juries；　speaking　of　the　members　collectively　and　frequently　individually；　object　to　the　amount　of　time　it　takes　to　decide　a　case。　　They　do　not　enjoy　sitting　and　deliberating　over　a　problem　unless　it　is　tremendously　fascinating。　The　ramifications　or　the　mystery　of　a　syllogism　can　become　a　weariness　and　a　bore。　　The　jury…room　itself　may　and　frequently　does　become　a　dull　agony。
  On　the　other　hand；　no　jury　contemplates　a　disagreement　with　any　degree　of　satisfaction。　　There　is　something　so　inherently　constructive　in　the　human　mind　that　to　leave　a　problem　unsolved　is　plain　misery。　It　haunts　the　average　individual　like　any　other　important　task　left　unfinished。　　Men　in　a　jury…room；　like　those　scientifically　demonstrated　atoms　of　a　crystal　which　scientists　and　philosophers　love　to　speculate　upon；　like　finally　to　arrange　themselves　into　an　orderly　and　artistic　whole；　to　present　a　compact；　intellectual　front；　to　be　whatever　they　have　set　out　to　be；　properly　and　rightly　a　compact；　sensible　jury。　　One　sees　this　same　instinct　magnificently　displayed　in　every　other　phase　of　naturein　the　drifting　of　sea…wood　to　the　Sargasso　Sea；　in　the　geometric　interrelation　of　air…bubbles　on　the　surface　of　still　water；　in　the　marvelous　unreasoned　architecture　of　so　many　insects　and　atomic　forms　which　make　up　the　substance　and　the　texture　of　this　world。　　It　would　seem　as　though　the　physical　substance　of　lifethis　apparition　of　form　which　the　eye　detects　and　calls　real　were　shot　through　with　some　vast　subtlety　that　loves　order；　that　is　order。　　The　atoms　of　our　so…called　being；　in　spite　of　our　so…called　reasonthe　dreams　of　a　moodknow　where　to　go　and　what　to　do。　　They　represent　an　order；　a　wisdom；　a　willing　that　is　not　of　us。　　They　build　orderly　in　spite　of　us。　　So　the　subconscious　spirit　of　a　jury。　　At　the　same　time；　one　does　not　forget　the　strange　hypnotic　effect　of　one　personality　on　another；　the　varying　effects　of　varying　types　on　each　other；　until　a　solutionto　use　the　word　in　its　purely　chemical　senseis　reached。　　In　a　jury…room　the　thought　or　determination　of　one　or　two　or　three　men；　if　it　be　definite　enough；　is　likely　to　pervade　the　whole　room　and　conquer　the　reason　or　the　opposition　of　the　majority。　　One　man　〃standing　out〃　for　the　definite　thought　that　is　in　him　is　apt　to　become　either　the　triumphant　leader　of　a　pliant　mass　or　the　brutally　battered　target　of　a　flaming；　concentrated　intellectual　fire。　　Men　despise　dull　opposition　that　is　without　reason。　　In　a　jury…room；　of　all　places；　a　man　is　expected　to　give　a　reason　for　the　faith　that　is　in　himif　one　is　demanded。　　It　will　not　do　to　say；　〃I　cannot　agree。〃　Jurors　have　been　known　to　fight。　　Bitter　antagonisms　lasting　for　years　have　been　generated　in　these　close　quarters。　　Recalcitrant　jurors　have　been　hounded　commercially　in　their　local　spheres　for　their　unreasoned　oppositions　or　conclusions。
  After　reaching　the　conclusion　that　Cowperwood　unquestionably　deserved　some　punishment；　there　was　wrangling　as　to　whether　the　verdict　should　be　guilty　on　all　four　counts；　as　charged　in　the　indictment。　　Since　they　did　not　understand　how　to　differentiate　between　the　various　charges　very　well；　they　decided　it　should　be　on　all　four；　and　a　recommendation　to　mercy　added。　　Afterward　this　last　was　eliminated；　however；　either　he　was　guilty　or　he　was　not。　The　judge　could　see　as　well　as　they　could　all　the　extenuating　circumstancesperhaps　better。　　Why　tie　his　hands？　As　a　rule　no　attention　was　paid　to　such　recommendations；　anyhow；　and　it　only　made　the　jury　look　wabbly。
  So；　finally；　at　ten　minutes　after　twelve　that　night；　they　were　ready　to　return　a　verdict；　and　Judge　Payderson；　who；　because　of　his　interest　in　the　case　and　the　fact　that　he　lived　not　so　far　away；　had　decided　to　wait　up　this　long；　was　recalled。　　Steger　and　Cowperwood　were　sent　for。　　The　court…room　was　fully　lighted。　　The　bailiff；　the　clerk；　and　the　stenographer　were　there。　　The　jury　filed　in；　and　Cowperwood；　with　Steger　at　his　right；　took　his　position　at　the　gate　which　gave　into　the　railed　space　where　prisoners　always　stand　to　hear　the　verdict　and　listen　to　any　commentary　of　the　judge。　　He　was　accompanied　by　his　father；　who　was　very　nervous。
  For　the　first　time　in　his　life　he　felt　as　though　he　were　walking　in　his　sleep。　　Was　this　the　real　Frank　Cowperwood　of　two　months　beforeso　wealthy；　so　progressive；　so　sure？　Was　this　only　December　5th　or　6th　now　（it　was　after　midnight）？　Why　was　it　the　jury　had　deliberated　so　long？　What　did　it　mean？　Here　they　were　now；　standing　and　gazing　solemnly　before　them；　and　here　now　was　Judge　Payderson；　mounting　the　steps　of　his　rostrum；　his　frizzled　hair　standing　out　in　a　strange；　attractive　w