“Men,” said Taylor, in the silence that greeted him as he stood erect, his finger and thumb still gripping the judge’s ear, “Judge Littlefield is going to say a few words to you. He’s going to tell you who started this ruckus—so there won’t be any nonsense about actions in contempt of court. Deals like this are pulled off better when the court takes the public into its confidence. Who started this thing, judge? Did I?”
“No—o,” was Littlefield’s hesitating reply.
“Who did start it?”
“Mr. Carrington.”
“You saw him?”
“Yes.”
“What did he do?”
“He—er—struck at you.”
“And Danforth?”
“He attacked you while you were in the street.”