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Updated: June 19, 2025
Tutt, having carefully committed his guest to an ethical standard as far removed as possible from one based upon self-interest, opened the window a few more inches, sauntered over to the mantel, lit a fresh stogy and spread his long legs in front of the sea-coal fire like an elongated Colossus of Rhodes.
"My, isn't this nice!" murmured Doc, trying unsuccessfully to eat a muffin, drink his tea and do justice to a stogy at the same time. "It's so homy now, isn't it?" "Doc," answered Mr. Tutt, "did you really want that ten thousand?" "Me?" repeated Doc vaguely. "Why, I told you I gave that stock to you long ago. It isn't mine any longer. Besides, I don't want any money. I'm perfectly happy as I am."
"It's just like an Irishman to refuse point-blank to talk to the lawyer who has been assigned to defend him. He's probably afraid he'll make some admission from which you will infer he's guilty. No Irishman ever yet admitted that he was guilty of anything!" "Well, I've never met a defendant of any other nationality who would, either," replied Mr. Tutt, pulling vigorously at his stogy.
Tutt loitered into the corridor, stepped unostentatiously behind a pillar, slipped into the adjoining court room which happened to be empty and thence back into the passage upon which the jury rooms opened. He found Cap Phelan standing before one of these with a finger to his lips. "Pst! They're at it a-ready!" whispered Phelan as Mr. Tutt slipped him a stogy.
"A parson on every Pullman!" "It follows," continued Mr. Tutt, lighting a fresh stogy and warming to his subject, "that as each state has the right to regulate the status of its own citizens it has jurisdiction to act in a divorce proceeding provided one of the parties is actually domiciled within its borders.
So with her frayed kid shoes upturned on the fender, little Katie Lowry, confident that she had found an all-powerful friend in this queer long man who smoked such queer long cigars, sipping her tea only when she had to pause for breath, poured out the story of her grandfather's fight with poverty and misfortune, while her auditor's wrinkled face grew soft and hard by turns as he watched her through the gray clouds from his stogy.
Not at all. He frequented the gin-mills in Cedar Street. We are told he wore a peasant's blouse and sabots; on the contrary, he sported a frock-coat and congress gaiters. His long clay pipe has passed into legend, whereas he actually smoked a tilted Pittsburg stogy. We speak of him by the operatic name of Camille; he was prosaically called Campbell.
Then, if by any chance, there was any trouble or some ungrateful relative thought he hadn't got enough, it was Mr. Tutt who reluctantly tossed away his stogy, strolled over to court and defended the will which he had drawn, usually with success. So it was the lesser Tutt who wrung the hand of Payson Clifford and gave him the leathern armchair by the window.
After the dishes had been cleaned away, I waited until a propitious time when the room was temporarily ours alone, and told him what had happened. He became so excited that he lit a stogy without thinking. "Yeller-hided, unwashed, palm-readin' skunk," he said under his breath. "I'll shoot him full o' holes if he don't watch out talkin' that way to my wife!"
To this extent at least he had her respect. She found Mr. Tutt waiting for her on the bench by the warden's office. "Well?" he asked with a smile, rising to greet her and tossing away his stogy. "I haven't very good news for you," she answered regretfully. "He's confessed to me told me everything why he shot him and where he bought the pistol. He's a brave boy, though! It's a sad case!
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