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"But, Your Honor," protested Mr. Tutt, "of course I have a defense and a most excellent one!" "You have?" "Certainly." The judged elevated his forehead. "Very well," he remarked; "if you really have one you had better go on with it. And," he added beneath his breath, but in a tone clearly audible to the clerk, "the Lord have mercy on your soul!"
"It is a simple and naive story," began Tutt, seating himself in the chair reserved for paying clients that is to say, one which did not have the two front legs sawed off an inch or so in order to make lingering uncomfortable. "A plain, unvarnished tale. Our client is one who makes an honest living by blacking shoes near the entrance to the Brooklyn Bridge.
"Awfully selfish of us, too, I know, but such loads of fun." They were close to the Tutt House now, and her limp, that had entirely disappeared as they emerged from the woods, now became quite perceptible. There might be people looking out of the windows, though it is hard to see why that should affect a limp.
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.
"Now, first, all who think this defendant claimed to be a veterinary say aye." "Wait a minute!" interposed the tall man, who was still standing by the window. "Maybe I am a nut. But I wish someone would explain to me which is the defender. I thought Mr. Tutt was the defender." "Oh, my Lord!" groaned a flabby salesman in a pink tie. "Defend-ant a-n-t remember your ant! He's the man we're trying!
"'It's what our gent's been urgin' from the jump, says Boggs; 'an' tharfore we consents with glee. Round up that outlaw of yours now, an' let's get to shootin'. "I don't reckon I ever sees anybody who seems as fatigued as that Signal person when Boggs an' Tutt starts to lead him up to the blanket. His face looks like a cancelled postage-stamp.
Then I got to studying it over and while I knewed how Tom had had a lot of practice in such things in a hospital, I thought it was just as well to let him get a little Harpeth experience along that line and sorter prove his character to Squire Tutt and the rest.
"Say, girlie, I'll give you the swellest meal of your young life to-night! Chicago Water Front and Terminal, Great Lakes and Canadian Southern, Mohawk and Housatonic, Bluff Creek and Iowa Central. 'Oh, Mabel!" It was at just about this period of the celebration that Mr. Tutt entered the outer office and sent in his name; and as Mr.
The two men gave sighs of resignation, and cast carefully concealed glances at each other, speculating on the possibility of a cigar and a glass, and maybe a good story or two, or possibly even a game of poker after the evening meal. Who could tell what might or might not happen? When the stage drew up in front of the little hotel, it found Uncle Billy Tutt prepared for his revenge.
"Ah!" exclaimed the judge. "You admit it! What advice did you give him?" "The law does not permit me to state that," answered Mr. Tutt in his most dignified tones. "That is a privileged communication from the inviolate obligation to preserve which only my client can release me I cannot betray a sacred trust.
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