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A fortnight later -- and one crisp autumn morning I sat in the crowded court waiting for the trial of Jasper S. Willoughby to begin. My heart beat a little quickly as I looked round, for so many anxious memories were stirred in me by the faces that I saw there.
Larose was close near, my archenemy Glass, Dayus, solemn and impassive as ever; Inspector Doyle, who gave me a hard cold stare; Inspector Scrutton, who scowled at me as if he were certain I ought to be in the dock, too; and a score of others, who in some way or another reminded me of the perilous times I had been through.