The Chariot of Justice Rolls On

The defence pleads with the jury not to turn the weak young man into a criminal by condemning him to prison. For justice is a chine that when some one has given it a starting push, rolls on of itself. The whole scene is a pantomime taking place in folder's prison cell. A sound from far away, as of distant, dull beating on thick metal, is suddenly audible. Falder shrinks back, not able to bear this clamour. But the sound grows as though some great tumbril were rolling towards the cell and gradually it seems to hypnotize him. He begins creeping inch by inch nearer to the door. Fowlder's hands are seen moving