"I wonder if he realizes how true his words are? 'The law defies us all.' How helpless we are to oppose injustice and oppression when one man, with a man's limitations and prejudices, is clothed with authority to condemn us!"
Colby stood silent. The poor fellow's eyes were full of unshed tears.
"This is my first case, and my last," said he. "I won it honestly. It was the judge, not the evidence, that defeated me. I'm going to rent my office and apply for a job as a chauffeur."
Jones was the least affected of the group. "Never mind, friends," he said to them, "it will all come right in the end. If you will stand by me, Colby, I'll retain you to plead my case in the Austrian court, or at least advise my Austrian lawyers. I've an idea they will treat me fairly, over there in Vienna."
"It's outrageous!" quoth indignant Patsy Doyle. "I'd like to give that judge a piece of my mind."
"If you did," replied Arthur, "he'd fine you for contempt."
"It would be a just line, in that case," said Patsy; "so I'm sure he wouldn't do it."
The jailer had come to take the prisoner back to his cell. He smiled whimsically at Miss Doyle's speech and remarked:
"There's always one side to kick, Miss, whichever way the judge decides.
It was only Solomon who could satisfy everybody."
"Clear the room!" shouted the bailiff.