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Updated: May 13, 2025
"Joe, the jury'll clear you without leaving their seats! Come, my boy the sheriff's here, and you will have to go with him; but don't you worry. I'll see you through." Joe stood, thinking, with bowed head and frowning brow. Suddenly he looked up and cast his eyes about upon the company. "Before I goes, I wants to say a word to Madge," said he, and turned to her with an impressive earnestness.
He winked a fat eye. "Jury'll hang. Every time. I'm here to tell you so. Better settle it." We refused to. What was the use of courts if we could not get justice for this crippled boy? What was the use of practising law if we could not get a verdict on evidence that would convince a blind man? Settle it? Never! So they went to our client and persuaded the boy to give up.
"Now what I want to know is where th' jury gets off. What has that collection iv pure-minded pathrites to larn fr'm this here polite discussion, where no wan is so crool as to ask what anny wan else means? Thank th' Lord, whin th' case is all over, the jury'll pitch th' tistimony out iv th' window, an' consider three questions: 'Did Lootgert look as though he'd kill his wife?
Brereton which I ain't, being a regular church attendant I'd lay you ten to one the jury'll never leave the box, sir!" "No I don't think they will when the right man is put in the dock, Mr. Pett," replied Brereton. Pett drew back and looked the young barrister in the face with an expression that was half quizzical and half serious.
"Well, they say 'at court sets in October; it's somethin' like two months off; the grand jury'll visit the jail then, and maybe they'll find a bill' against me, and I'll be tried. I dont't care if they only don't flog me in that fish-market." "Then you have not been tried yet?
"Our own words?" asked Hemp Danforth, uneasily. "Yes, overheard by these two lads, whom you chased but couldn't catch. I guess when Blake Stewart and Joe Duncan go into court, and testify about hearing you talk of wrecking vessels by your false lantern, the jury'll convict you, all right!" Hemp seemed less concerned with what Tom said than with the name Joe Duncan.
Scattergood nodded. "From behind," said Mary. Scattergood nodded again. "Asa never knew who shot him," said Mary, and again Scattergood moved his head. "If Abner had killed Asa," she went on, "he would have done it with his hands. He would have wanted Asa to know who was killing him." "Might convince them that knows Abner," said Scattergood, "but the jury'll be strangers."
"The man who murdered and robbed Ashton!" he answered. "And that man was not Hyde." "You'll have that to prove," retorted Drillford, derisively. "I know what a jury'll think with all this evidence before it!" "We shall prove a good many things that'll surprise you," said Viner quietly. "And you'll see, then, the foolishness of jumping at what seems to be an obvious conclusion."
A jury'll make you pay. Wait till I kin see my lawyer...." "You won't need any lawyer, Jim," said Bonbright. It was hard for him to talk. He could not speak to these people as he wanted to, nor say the words that would make their way through their despair and rage to their hearts. "You won't need any lawyer," he repeated.
Them two men will tell how they heard the yells and rushed there just in time to not save the stranger. Then the jury'll twaddle and twaddle and twaddle, and finally they'll fetch in a verdict that he got shot or stuck or busted over the head with something, and come to his death by the inspiration of God.
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