"Say, Mr. Brewster, you're a great constitutional lawyer—the greatest in this country—and I take off my hat to you, but I don't think criminal law is in your line."
Judge Brewster pursed his lips and his eyes flashed as he retorted quickly:
"I don't think it's constitutional to take a man's mind away from him and substitute your own, Captain Clinton."
"What do you mean?" demanded the chief.
"I mean that instead of bringing out of this man his own true thoughts of innocence, you have forced into his consciousness your own false thoughts of his guilt."
The judge spoke slowly and deliberately, making each word tell. The police bully squirmed uneasily on his chair.
"I don't follow you, judge. Better stick to international law. This police court work is beneath you."
"Perhaps it is," replied the lawyer quickly without losing his temper. Then he asked: "Captain, will you answer a few questions?"
"It all depends," replied the other insolently.
"If you don't," cried the judge sharply, "I'll ask them through the medium of your own weapon—the press. Only my press will not consist of the one or two yellow journals you inspire, but the independent, dignified press of the United States."