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It is also a great pleasure to acknowledge the unceasing courtesy and zealous aid rendered me during my renewed studies in the Archives at the Hague lasting through nearly two years by the Chief Archivist, M. van den Berg, and the gentlemen connected with that institution, especially M. de Jonghe and M. Hingman, without whose aid it would have been difficult for me to decipher and to procure copies of the almost illegible holographs of Barneveld.
"Well, why didn't you say so before?" remarked the judge more amiably. "Let me see the card. All right! Anything more, Mr. Hingman?" But Mr. Hingman had long before this subsided into his chair and was emitting sounds like those from a saxophone. "That is plain, simple testimony, Mr. Tutt," remarked the judge. "Go ahead and cross-examine."
A jury was impaneled, Bently among them; the balance of the panel was excused until two o'clock; the court room was cleared of loafers; the judge perused the indictment with a practised eye; Tom Hingman rose again, wheezed and grinned at the embattled jury; and the mill of justice began to grind.
What's that got to do with it?" snarled Mr. Brown, looking about for aid from the sleeping Hingman. "The question is a proper one. Answer it," directed the judge. "No, I'm not a licensed doctor." "Well, didn't you treat Mr. Lowry?" The jury by this time had caught the drift of the examination and were listening with intent appreciation. Mr.
Daniel Lowry was a man of the highest reputation, of such character that he never had been guilty of an unkind or selfish act in his entire life, much less commit crime; which alone, taken by itself, was quite enough to interject and raise a reasonable doubt upon which they must acquit. Then Tom Hingman got up and grimaced and said he had known Mr.
Hingman would have to claim that Danny Lowry was a criminal; whereas, thank heaven! they all of them every man of them knew he was nothing of the kind! Criminal that old man? Mr. Tutt raised his eyes and his arms to heaven in protest. Why, one look at him would create a reasonable doubt!
Nowadays whatever may have been the case two generations ago each side briefly states its claims and tries to win on points. People were apt to wonder why each succeeding administration inevitably retained stuffy old Tom Hingman at seventy-five hundred dollars a year to handle the calendar in Part Five. Yet those on the inside knew why very well.
Then as per the schedule in force for at least an epoch good-natured, pot-bellied Tom Hingman, the oldest A.D.A. in the office, rose heavily, fumbled with his stubby fingers among the blue indictments on the table, drew one forth, panted a few times, gasped out "People against Daniel Lowry," and looked round in a pseudo-helpless way as if not knowing exactly what to do.
It is also a great pleasure to acknowledge the unceasing courtesy and zealous aid rendered me during my renewed studies in the Archives at the Hague lasting through nearly two years by the Chief Archivist, M. van den Berg, and the gentlemen connected with that institution, especially M. de Jonghe and M. Hingman, without whose aid it would have been difficult for me to decipher and to procure copies of the almost illegible holographs of Barneveld.
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