The district attorney had his golf.
The judge had his witty dinner.
The recommendation to mercy was forgotten.
The sentence of the court was never passed.
A higher tribunal claimed jurisdiction.
Christof Nielsen died in his cell.
John Hall sent this note to the judge on the same day:
“My watch was in the pocket of my Sunday vest. I forgot to change it on Monday. Have that young man set free. I am sorry.”
“Let him be discharged as soon as possible,” said the righteous judge to the district attorney, flinging the note on his desk.
But death is swifter than justice when her wheels turn backward.