To compound a felony.
JANE
Those are just words, Judge, and words don’t matter much to me. I might say I wasn’t asking you to compound a felony. I was askin’ you to save a sinner, but those would be just words too. There’s nobody else; you’ve got to help me.
JUDGE (thoughtfully)
I’ve always thought a lot could be done for Ben, by a good lawyer.
JANE
It doesn’t matter how, so long as it’s done.
JUDGE
He was drinking, with a crowd of young men; the two Kimbal boys jumped on him and beat him up rather badly. That’s about all we know, aside from the fact that Ben was drunk, and that that night the Kimbals’ barn was set on fire.