“That's all,” said Meagher.
“I note,” went on Donohue, glancing about him, “that the accused does not appear to be represented by counsel.”
A man on trial at headquarters has the right to hire a lawyer to defend him.
“No, sir,” spoke up Weil briskly. “I've got no lawyer, commissioner.” His speech was the elaborated and painfully emphasized English of the self-taught East Sider. It carried in it just the bare suggestion of the racial lisp, and it made an acute contrast to the menacing Hibernian purr of Donohue's heavier voice. “I kind of thought I'd conduct my own case myself.”
Donohue merely grunted.
“Do you desire, Lieutenant Weil, for to ask Captain Meagher any questions?” he demanded.
Weil shook his oily head of hair.
“No, sir. I wouldn't wish to ask the captain anything.”
“Are there any other witnesses?” inquired Donohue next.
There was no answer. Plainly there were no other witnesses.