“Why, now, I didn’t object to any of your foolish and absurd questions all morning.” Johnny’s eyes widened with gentle reproach. “I let you ask all the questions you wanted.”
Mr. Wade’s nose twisted to a triumphant sneer.
“‘He who is his own lawyer has a fool for a client!’”
“I didn’t want to take any unfair advantage,” explained Johnny.
“Gentlemen! Gentlemen!” expostulated the court.
“You gallows meat!” snarled Wade. “You dirty—”
Johnny shook his head in a friendly warning. “He means you, too,” he whispered.
The gavel fell heavily. The court rose up and the court’s eyes narrowed.
“This bickering has got to stop! It is disgraceful. I don’t want to see any more of it. Mr. Wade, for that last remark of yours you ought to pay a heavy fine, and you know it very well. This prisoner is being tried for murder. That does not make him a murderer. Your words were unmanly, sir.”