“Yes, sir, if you please.” Jim wondered if he should have said “Your Honor.” But if he had failed in respect the Judge let it pass. He shifted his cigar so that the smoke allowed him a view of the visitor and, after a longing glance at the newspaper, crossed one plump knee over the other.
“What about?”
“About one of the—the prisoners, sir.”
“Coming before me this morning?”
“Yes, sir, so the Police Captain said, and he said I could see you before court began and tell you about him. You see, Judge, Webb is all right, only—”
“What’s his name?”
“Webb Todd, but he called himself Webster when they arrested him.”
“Gave an assumed name, eh? What’s he charged with?”
“Vagrancy, sir.”