His honour would like to scan over its details. It is passed to the
little fat clerk, and by that gentleman to his honour. "Very,
singularly strong!" his honour says, giving his head a very wise
shake.
"When the court gets through," says the advocate for the defence,
rising and placing his hand on the clerk's desk.
"The gentleman can examine," replies the court, passing it coldly to
the Sheriff, who politely forwards it.
He turns it and turns it; reads it slowly; examines the dates
minutely. "How did the prosecution come in possession of this
document?"
His brother of the law objects, "That's not an admissible question.
If the defence will institute an action against the parties for
unlawfully procuring it, we will take great pleasure in showing our
hands. It may be, however, well to say, that Mr. Marston and Mr.
Graspum have always been on the most friendly terms; but the former
gentleman forgot to take care of this very essential document," he
continues, taking it from the hand of his professional brother, and
turning toward the spectators, his countenance glowing with
exultation. The pride of his ambition is served. The profession has
honourably sustained itself through the wonderful abilities of this
learned brother, who, holding the paper in his hand, awaits the
gracious applause of the assembled spectators. There is some
applause, some murmuring, much whispering.
The court, in coldly measured words, hopes the audience will evince
no excitement pro or con.
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