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The case which had defied lay treatment had yielded to the parsonic process of cure; and Zack, the rebellious, was tamed at last into spending his evenings in decorous dullness at home! It never occurred to Mr. Yollop to doubt, or to Mr. Thorpe to ascertain, whether the young gentleman really went to bed, after he had retired obediently, at the proper hour, to his sleeping room.
You're on your feet, so by the way, are you sure this thing is loaded?" "It wouldn't make any difference if it wasn't. It would go off just the same. They always do when some darn fool idiot is pointin' them at people." "Don't be crotchetty, Cassius," reproached Mr. Yollop. "Now, if you will just sidle around to the left you will come in due time to the telephone over there on that desk.
Counsel: "I see. Now, isn't it a fact, Mr. Yollop, that you laid the revolver down to go to the assistance of this defendant who was in a fainting condition?" Yollop: "No, it isn't. He was all right." Counsel: "Don't you know that you laid it down because you were convinced in you own mind that he was physically unable to take advantage of it? That he was in no condition to use it?" Yollop: "No."
He sagged a little as he slowly hung up the receiver. For a moment he stared desolately at Mr. Yollop and then recovering himself gradually rushed with ever increasing velocity into the most violent hurricane of profanity that ever was centered upon the frailty of woman. Running out of expletives he at last subsided into an ominous calm. "For two cents," groaned he, "I'd blow my head off."
You got it written down on a pad right there in front of you, haven't you? ... Say, if you don't get somebody around here pretty quick, I'm goin' to call up two or three of the newspaper offices and have 'em send ... All right. See that you do." Turning to Mr. Yollop, he said: "The police are a pretty decent lot when you get to know 'em, Mr. Yollop. They do their share towards enforcin' the law.
Finding that all menaces and reproofs only ended in making the lad ill-tempered and insubordinate for days together, Mr. Thorpe so far distrusted his own powers of correction as to call in the aid of his prime clerical adviser, the Reverend Aaron Yollop; under whose ministry he sat, and whose portrait, in lithograph, hung in the best light on the dining-room wall at Baregrove Square. Mr.
In the meantime, new crimes had been committed by countless gentlemen of leisure; the Tombs was full of men clamoring for attention, and there was an undetected waiting list outside that stretched all the way from the Battery to the lower extremities of Yonkers. The principal witness, Mr. Crittenden Yollop, did his best to behave nobly.
"Makin' a guy telephone to the police to come and arrest him." "I wish I had thought to close that window while you were hors de combat," complained Mr. Yollop shivering. "I'll probably catch my death of cold standing around here with almost nothing on. That wind comes straight from the North Pole. Doesn't she answer?" "No." "Jiggle it." "I did jiggle it." "What?" "I said I jiggled it."
Yollop's eye, "if you insist on a civil answer, it's Smilk." "Smith?" "No, NOT Smith," hastily and earnestly; "Smilk, S-m-i-l-k." "Smilk?" "Smilk." "Extraordinary name. I've never heard it before, have you?" The rascal blinked. "Sure. It was my father's name before me, and my " "Look me in the eye!" "I am lookin' you in the eye. It's Smilk, Cassius Smilk." "Sounds convincing," admitted Mr. Yollop.
Yollop: "Did this defendant say to you that he had several wives?" Yollop, looking blandly at the jury until convinced by twelve expressions and the direction in which twenty four eyes were gazing that the court had spoken: "I beg pardon, your honor. Were you speaking to me?" The Court, raising his voice: "Did he tell you that he had several wives?" Yollop: "He did." The Court: "Motion overruled.
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