The glazy eyes are turned to me, in a blank, unseeing stare. The man is blind!
"Let—us—continue," he stammers.
"We have heard enough," the judge interrupts.
"I have not read a third of my paper," I cry in consternation.
"It will do."
"I have declined the services of attorneys to get time to—"
"We allow you five more minutes."
"But I can't explain in such a short time. I have the right to be heard."
"We'll teach you differently."
I am ordered from the witness chair. Several jurymen leave their seats, but the district attorney hurries forward, and whispers to them. They remain in the jury box. The room is hushed as the judge rises.