It struck him all of a sudden that some witnesses these days truly needed Divine help if they told the whole truth. He felt his bandaged head, and resolved to honor his oath, come what might; not only now, but always.
The judge went through with the usual formalities. The prisoners were charged with the theft of a purse. Guilty, or not guilty? A hook-nosed lawyer had advised a plea of guilty.
“And do you wish to be tried by this court?”
“Yes, your Honor.”
The prisoners were warned of the possible outcome. Did they still wish to plead guilty? They did.
The trial began. Johnny was asked to tell his story. This he did in a straightforward manner, in spite of numerous interruptions from the lawyer for the defence. He neglected no detail of the little drama that was played by Drew and Howe, two pickpockets and himself on that fateful June day.
“Is that true?” The judge leaned forward to glower at the older of the two prisoners.
“Yes, your Honor. But, your Honor, it’s the police. They—”
“Just a moment,” the judge cut him short. “I asked you a question. You say this young man has told the truth? Very well.
“Now you tell us what you know.” He nodded to Drew Lane.