“Gordon, I will convict your man if I never win another case in my life!”
“By God—you dare not!”
The study door slammed as with a threat—“You dare not!”
The front door echoed “You dare not!” as a challenge.
When Willard looked up again the clock was striking three. But it chimed “You dare not,” in the even tone of statement.
The second day of John Winter’s trial brought a series of reverses for the prosecution, and the prisoner was acquitted, to the utter disgust of the police.
About that time the Assistant District Attorney’s career suffered one of those sudden blights, the origin of which is the mystery of a city’s politics.
A few years after this Red Farrell was really found and convicted, but then Willard had been so long on the political shelf that those who put him there had completely forgotten his existence.
But I believe they were right in accusing him of bungling that case. Of course, he may have been intimidated, but the chances are he could never have been convicted of perjury. The crime has almost the sanction of custom. This he must have known. So why not credit him with worthy motives and say he was a good fellow at heart, even though Gordon, Indian-hater that he is, will never admit it?