"So it is, ma"am," said Kantwise, "only this, you know, if I hocus you, why you hocus me in return; so it isn"t so very unfair, you know."
"Unfair!" said Moulder. "It"s the fairest thing that is. It"s the bulwark of the British Const.i.tution."
"What! being badgered and browbeat?" asked Kenneby, who was thinking within himself that if this were so he did not care if he lived somewhere beyond the protection of that blessed aegis.
"Trial by jury is," said Moulder. "And how can you have trial by jury if the witnesses are not to be cross-questioned?"
To this position no one was at the moment ready to give an answer, and Mr. Moulder enjoyed a triumph over his audience. That he lived in a happy and blessed country Moulder was well aware, and with those blessings he did not wish any one to tamper. "Mother," said a fastidious child to his parent, "the bread is gritty and the b.u.t.ter tastes of turnips." "Turnips indeed,--and gritty!" said the mother.
"Is it not a great thing to have bread and b.u.t.ter at all?" I own that my sympathies are with the child. Bread and b.u.t.ter is a great thing; but I would have it of the best if that be possible.
After that Mr. Kantwise was allowed to dilate upon the subject which had brought him there. Mr. Dockwrath had been summoned to Bedford Row, and there had held a council of war together with Mr.
Joseph Mason and Mr. Matthew Round. According to his own story Mr.
Matthew had quite come round and been forced to acknowledge all that Dockwrath had done for the cause. In Bedford Row there was no doubt whatever as to the verdict. "That woman Bolster is quite clear that she only signed one deed," said Kantwise.
"I shall say nothing--nothing here," said Kenneby.
"Quite right, John," said Mrs. Smiley. "Your feelings on the occasion become you."
"I"ll lay an even bet she"s acquitted," said Moulder. "And I"ll do it in a ten-p"und note."
CHAPTER LXII.
WHAT THE FOUR LAWYERS THOUGHT ABOUT IT.
I have spoken of the state of public opinion as to Lady Mason"s coming trial, and have explained that for the most part men"s thoughts and sympathies took part with her. But I cannot say that such was the case with the thoughts of those who were most closely concerned with her in the matter,--whatever may have been their sympathies. Of the state of Mr. Furnival"s mind on the matter enough has been said. But if he had still entertained any shadow of doubt as to his client"s guilt or innocence, none whatever was entertained either by Mr. Aram or by Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s. From the day on which they had first gone into the real circ.u.mstances of the case, looking into the evidence which could be adduced against their client, and looking also to their means of reb.u.t.ting that evidence, they had never felt a shadow of doubt upon the subject. But yet neither of them had ever said that she was guilty. Aram, in discussing with his clerks the work which it was necessary that they should do in the matter, had never expressed such an opinion; nor had Chaffanbra.s.s done so in the consultations which he had held with Aram. As to the verdict they had very often expressed an opinion--differing considerably. Mr.
Aram was strongly of opinion that Lady Mason would be acquitted, resting that opinion mainly on his great confidence in the powers of Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s. But Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s would shake his head, and sometimes say that things were not now as they used to be.
"That may be so in the City," said Mr. Aram. "But you won"t find a City jury down at Alston."
"It"s not the juries, Aram. It"s the judges. It usedn"t to be so, but it is now. When a man has the last word, and will take the trouble to use it, that"s everything. If I were asked what point I"d best like to have in my favour I"d say, a deaf judge. Or if not that, one regularly tired out. I"ve sometimes thought I"d like to be a judge myself, merely to have the last word."
"That wouldn"t suit you at all, Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s, for you"d be sick of it in a week."
"At any rate I"m not fit for it," said the great man meekly. "I"ll tell you what, Aram, I can look back on life and think that I"ve done a deal of good in my way. I"ve prevented unnecessary bloodshed. I"ve saved the country thousands of pounds in the maintenance of men who"ve shown themselves well able to maintain themselves. And I"ve made the Crown lawyers very careful as to what sort of evidence they would send up to the Old Bailey. But my chances of life have been such that they haven"t made me fit to be a judge. I know that."
"I wish I might see you on the bench to-morrow;--only that we shouldn"t know what to do without you," said the civil attorney. It was no more than the fair every-day flattery of the world, for the practice of Mr. Solomon Aram in his profession was quite as surely attained as was that of Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s. And it could hardly be called flattery, for Mr. Solomon Aram much valued the services of Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s, and greatly appreciated the peculiar turn of that gentleman"s mind.
The above conversation took place in Mr. Solomon Aram"s private room in Bucklersbury. In that much-noted city thoroughfare Mr. Aram rented the first floor of a house over an eating establishment. He had no great paraphernalia of books and boxes and clerks" desks, as are apparently necessary to attorneys in general. Three clerks he did employ, who sat in one room, and he himself sat in that behind it. So at least they sat when they were to be found at the parent establishment; but, as regarded the attorney himself and his senior a.s.sistant, the work of their lives was carried on chiefly in the courts of law. The room in which Mr. Aram was now sitting was furnished with much more attention to comfort than is usual in lawyers" chambers. Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s was at present lying, with his feet up, on a sofa against the wall, in a position of comfort never attained by him elsewhere till the after-dinner hours had come to him; and Mr. Aram himself filled an easy lounging-chair. Some few law papers there were scattered on the library table, but none of those piles of dusty doc.u.ments which give to a stranger, on entering an ordinary attorney"s room, so terrible an idea of the difficulty and dreariness of the profession. There were no tin boxes with old names labelled on them; there were no piles of letters, and no pigeon-holes loaded with old memoranda. On the whole Mr. Aram"s private room was smart and attractive; though, like himself, it had an air rather of pretence than of steady and a.s.sured well-being.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s and Mr. Solomon Aram.]
It is not quite the thing for a barrister to wait upon an attorney, and therefore it must not be supposed that Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s had come to Mr. Aram with any view to immediate business; but nevertheless, as the two men understood each other, they could say what they had to say as to this case of Lady Mason"s, although their present positions were somewhat irregular. They were both to meet Mr. Furnival and Felix Graham on that afternoon in Mr. Furnival"s chambers with reference to the division of those labours which were to be commenced at Alston on the day but one following, and they both thought that it might be as well that they should say a word to each other on the subject before they went there.
"I suppose you know nothing about the panel down there, eh?" said Chaffanbra.s.s.
"Well, I have made some inquiries; but I don"t think there"s anything especial to know;--nothing that matters. If I were you, Mr.
Chaffanbra.s.s, I wouldn"t have any Hamworth people on the jury, for they say that a prophet is never a prophet in his own country."
"But do you know the Hamworth people?"
"Oh, yes; I can tell you as much as that. But I don"t think it will matter much who is or is not on the jury."
"And why not?"
"If those two witnesses break down--that is, Kenneby and Bolster, no jury can convict her. And if they don"t--"
"Then no jury can acquit her. But let me tell you, Aram, that it"s not every man put into a jury-box who can tell whether a witness has broken down or not."
"But from what I hear, Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s, I don"t think either of these can stand a chance;--that is, if they both come into your hands."
"But they won"t both come into my hands," said the anxious hero of the Old Bailey.
"Ah! that"s where it is. That"s where we shall fail. Mr. Furnival is a great man, no doubt."
"A very great man,--in his way," said Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s.
"But if he lets one of those two slip through his fingers the thing"s over."
"You know my opinion," said Chaffanbra.s.s. "I think it is all over. If you"re right in what you say,--that they"re both ready to swear in their direct evidence that they only signed one deed on that day, no vacillation afterwards would have any effect on the judge. It"s just possible, you know, that their memory might deceive them."
"Possible! I should think so. I"ll tell you what, Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s, if the matter was altogether in your hands I should have no fear,--literally no fear."
"Ah, you"re partial, Aram."
"It couldn"t be so managed, could it, Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s? It would be a great thing; a very great thing." But Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s said that he thought it could not be managed. The success or safety of a client is a very great thing;--in a professional point of view a very great thing indeed. But there is a matter which in legal eyes is greater even than that. Professional etiquette required that the cross-examination of these two most important witnesses should not be left in the hands of the same barrister.
And then the special attributes of Kenneby and Bridget Bolster were discussed between them, and it was manifest that Aram knew with great accuracy the characters of the persons with whom he had to deal. That Kenneby might be made to say almost anything was taken for granted.
With him there would be very great scope for that peculiar skill with which Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s was so wonderfully gifted. In the hands of Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s it was not improbable that Kenneby might be made to swear that he had signed two, three, four--any number of doc.u.ments on that fourteenth of July, although he had before sworn that he had only signed one. Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s indeed might probably make him say anything that he pleased. Had Kenneby been unsupported the case would have been made safe,--so said Mr. Solomon Aram,--by leaving Kenneby in the hands of Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s. But then Bridget Bolster was supposed to be a witness of altogether a different cla.s.s of character. To induce her to say exactly the reverse of that which she intended to say might, no doubt, be within the power of man. Mr. Aram thought that it would be within the power of Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s. He thought, however, that it would as certainly be beyond the power of Mr. Furnival; and when the great man lying on the sofa mentioned the name of Mr. Felix Graham, Mr. Aram merely smiled. The question with him was this:--Which would be the safest course?--to make quite sure of Kenneby by leaving him with Chaffanbra.s.s; or to go for the double stake by handing Kenneby over to Mr. Furnival and leaving the task of difficulty to the great master?
"When so much depends upon it, I do detest all this etiquette and precedence," said Aram with enthusiasm. "In such a case Mr. Furnival ought not to think of himself."
"My dear Aram," said Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s, "men always think of themselves first. And if we were to go out of the usual course, do you conceive that the gentlemen on the other side would fail to notice it?"
"Which shall it be then?"
"I"m quite indifferent. If the memory of either of these two persons is doubtful,--and after twenty years it may be so,--Mr. Furnival will discover it."
"Then on the whole I"m disposed to think that I"d let him take the man."
"Just as you please, Aram. That is, if he"s satisfied also."
"I"m not going to have my client overthrown, you know," said Aram.
"And then you"ll take Dockwrath also, of course. I don"t know that it will have much effect upon the case, but I shall like to see Dockwrath in your hands; I shall indeed."
"I doubt he"ll be too many for me."