“No.” “Any scruples about capital punishment?”
“No.”
He was about to be sworn, when the district attorney turning to him carelessly, remarked,
“Understand the nature of an oath?”
“Outside,” said the man, pointing to the door.
“I say, do you know what an oath is?”
“Five cents,” explained the man.
“Do you mean to insult me?” roared the prosecuting officer. “Are you an idiot?”
“Fresh baked. I’m deefe. I don’t hear a word you say.”
The man was discharged. “He wouldn’t have made a bad juror, though,” whispered Braham. “I saw him looking at the prisoner sympathizingly. That’s a point you want to watch for.”