"Well," he replied, "we hear something even within these stone walls. I am told that eleven were against me and one for me."
"Yes," I said, "that is so."
"A bad lookout for me when I am tried again. Mr. Bainbridge," he said, "it is very kind of you to visit me here, and I think you do so with friendly intent."
"Indeed," I said, "it is with friendly intent."
"Is it of any use," he then said, "for me to declare to you that I am innocent of the horrible charge brought against me?"
"I don't know," I said, "whether it is of any use or not, because of the stand you have taken, and seem determined to take."
"Yes," he said, "upon my next trial I shall defend myself, as I did on my last. I will accept no legal assistance whatever. Still, as a matter of interest and curiosity--looking upon myself as if I were somebody else--tell me frankly your own opinion."
"Frankly and honestly," I replied, "I believe you to be an innocent man."
"Thank you," he said, and I saw the tears rising in his eyes.
"Do you happen," I said, presently, "to know the name of the juryman who was in your favor?"