The gavel fell.
The first prisoner brought forward and placed before the judge, was a Negro of medium size and height, and about middle age. He did not possess the look of a criminal either. In fact, not all of these people, or any great part of them, appeared to be criminal, if Sidney Wyeth had observed criminology correctly. Yet there was a charge, himself for instance. This one was charged with having been drunk and making a big noise.
He admitted the charge.
"Where did you get it," demanded Judge Loyal.
"On Dalton street."
"Who from?"
"A nigga."
"Who was he?"
"A nigga."
"I don't mean that. What was his name?"