“Any trial is uncertain, Mrs. Ritchie,” said he. “Unexpected things are liable to happen to change the probable verdict. I think we have enough evidence against Toby to prove our case, but those terrible children have greatly influenced popular opinion by means of their parades and we can’t tell who the jury will be, or whether we can depend on them.”
“Can’t the jury be fixed?” asked the woman, after some thought.
“It would cost a lot of money, and it isn’t a safe thing to do,” returned her lawyer, standing beside her as she hoed. “And that reminds me to speak of my own expenses and fees.”
“Well, what about ’em?”
“You promised me a hundred dollars if I recovered the contents of your box. I’ve returned to you all your money, bonds and papers; but you haven’t paid me yet.”
“There’s a paper missing.”
“One. I do not suppose you intend to withhold my money on that account.”
“Because I should then sue you for it and the court would award me damages.”
She gave a contemptuous snort.