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"The juryman will please be silent!" shouted Judge Wetherell. "This is entirely out of order!" Then he quickly covered his face with his handkerchief. "Proceed!" he directed in a muffled tone. "Where were we?" asked Mr. Tutt dreamily. "Fatima, the daughter of Abbas," assisted the foreman, sotto voce. "And I objected to Fatima, the daughter of Abbas!" snapped Pepperill. "Well, well!" conceded Mr.
Tutt regarded him with undisguised admiration. "Your sentiments do you honor, Mr. Pepperill!" he returned. "You are sure you do not mind my smoke? But of course my client is presumed innocent. I am very hopeful almost confident of getting him off entirely.
Each swore by all that was holy that Kasheed Hassoun had done exactly as outlined by Assistant District Attorney Pepperill and swore it word for word, verbatim et literatim, in iisdem verbis, sic, and yet again exactly. Their testimony mortised and tenoned in a way to rejoice a cabinet-maker's heart. And at first to the surprise and later to the dismay of Mr.
Tutt with profound politeness from the doorway of W.M.P.'s cubicle, which looked into the gloomy light shaft of the Criminal Courts Building. Mr. Pepperill finished what he was writing and then looked up. "Yes," he replied. "What can I do for you?" He did not ask Mr. Tutt his name or invite him to sit down. The old lawyer smiled.
At that the delicatessen man poked the plumber in the ribs and they both grinned happily at one another. Pepperill gave her a last disgusted look and sank back in his seat. "That is all!" he ejaculated feebly. "One question, if you please, madam," said Judge Witherspoon. "May I be permitted to" he coughed as a suppressed snicker ran round the court "that is may I not er Oh, look here!
Then like the sword of Damocles the bessemer voice of Pepperill severed the general atmosphere of amiability: "Where did you get that dog?" Mr. Appleboy looked round helplessly, distress pictured in every feature. "My wife's aunt lent it to us." "How did she come to lend it to you?" "Bashemath wrote and asked for it." "Oh! Did you know anything about the dog before you sent for it?"
He was manifestly friendly, merely a bit cloudy in the cerebellum. The Abyssinian brother pulled him sharply by the coat tails. "Sit down," he whispered hoarsely. "You're gumming it all up." "I didn't sic Andrew on him!" protested Appleboy. "But I say, why shouldn't he have?" demanded the baby's editor. "That's what anybody would do!" Pepperill sprang frantically to his feet. "Oh, I object!
Pepperill, approached, bowed and, twisting his purple mustache, addressed the court: "Your Excellence: I haf to zay dat dees papaire eet haf articles on zis affair ze memkaha zat are not diplomatique." Judge Wetherell blinked at him. "Who's this man?" he demanded. "That's the interpreter," explained W.M.P. "Interpreter!" answered the court. "I can't understand a word he says!"
"I guess Sammy was trying to be smart," said Dot, gravely. "He's a smart boy, all right," Agnes chuckled. "I heard him last Sunday in Sunday school class. He's in Miss Pepperill's class right behind ours. Miss Pepperill asked Eddie Collins: "'What happened to Babylon? "'It fell, replied Ed.
William Montague Pepperill rose to outline his very simple case to the jury. There was, he explained, no more difficulty in administering justice in the case of a foreigner than of anyone else. All were equal in the eyes of the law equally presumed to be innocent, equally responsible when proved guilty.
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