"Yes," retorted the judge quickly, "it"s beginning to sprout, captain!"
There was a sudden interruption caused by the entrance of the butler, who approached his master and whispered something to him. Aloud the judge said:
"Ask her to wait till we are ready."
The servant retired and Captain Clinton turned to the judge. With mock deference, he said:
"Say, Mr. Brewster, you"re a great const.i.tutional lawyer--the greatest in this country--and I take off my hat to you, but I don"t think criminal law is in your line."
Judge Brewster pursed his lips and his eyes flashed as he retorted quickly:
"I don"t think it"s const.i.tutional to take a man"s mind away from him and subst.i.tute your own, Captain Clinton."
"What do you mean?" demanded the chief.
"I mean that instead of bringing out of this man his own true thoughts of innocence, you have forced into his consciousness your own false thoughts of his guilt."
The judge spoke slowly and deliberately, making each word tell. The police bully squirmed uneasily on his chair.
"I don"t follow you, judge. Better stick to international law. This police court work is beneath you."
"Perhaps it is," replied the lawyer quickly without losing his temper.
Then he asked: "Captain, will you answer a few questions?"
"It all depends," replied the other insolently.
"If you don"t," cried the judge sharply, "I"ll ask them through the medium of your own weapon--the press. Only my press will not consist of the one or two yellow journals you inspire, but the independent, dignified press of the United States."
The captain reddened.
"I don"t like the insinuation, judge."
"I don"t insinuate, Captain Clinton," went on the lawyer severely, "I accuse you of giving an untruthful version of this matter to two sensational newspapers in this city. These scurrilous sheets have tried this young man in their columns and found him guilty, thus prejudicing the whole community against him before he comes to trial. In no other country in the civilized world would this be tolerated, except in a country overburdened with freedom."
Captain Clinton laughed boisterously.
"The early bird catches the worm," he grinned. "They asked me for information and got it."
Judge Brewster went on:
"You have so prejudiced the community against him that there is scarcely a man who doesn"t believe him guilty. If this matter ever comes to trial how can we pick an unprejudiced jury? Added to this foul injustice you have branded this young man"s wife with every stigma that can be put on womanhood. You have hinted that she is the mysterious female who visited Underwood on the night of the shooting and openly suggested that she is the cause of the crime."
"Well, it"s just possible," said the policeman with effrontery.
Judge Brewster was fast losing his temper. The man"s insolent demeanor was intolerable. Half rising from his chair and pointing his finger at him, he continued:
"You have besmirched her character with stories of scandal. You have linked her name with that of Underwood. The whole country rings with falsities about her. In my opinion, Captain Clinton, your direct object is to destroy the value of any evidence she may give in her husband"s favor."
The chief looked aggrieved.
"Why, I haven"t said a word." Turning to his sergeant, he asked, "Have I, Maloney?"
"But these sensation-mongers have!" cried the judge angrily. "You are the only source from whom they could obtain the information."
"But what do I gain?" demanded the captain with affected innocence.
"Advertis.e.m.e.nt--promotion," replied the judge sternly. "These same papers speak of you as the greatest living chief--the greatest public official--oh, you know the political value of that sort of thing as well as I do."
The captain shrugged his shoulders.
"I can"t help what they say about me," he growled.
"They might add that you are also the richest," added the judge quickly, "but I won"t go into that."
Again Captain Clinton reddened and shifted restlessly on his chair. He did not relish the trend of the conversation.
"I don"t like all this, Judge Brewster--"tain"t fair--I ain"t on trial."
Judge Brewster picked up some papers from his desk and read from one of them.
"Captain, in the case of the People against Creedon--after plying the defendant with questions for six hours, you obtained a confession from him?"
"Yes, he told me he set the place on fire."
"Exactly--but it afterward developed that he was never near the place."
"Well, he told me."
"Yes. He told you, but it turned out that he was mistaken."
"Yes," admitted the captain reluctantly.
The judge took another doc.u.ment, and read:
"In the case of the People against Bentley."
"That was Bentley"s own fault--I didn"t ask him," interrupted the captain. "He owned up himself." Turning to the sergeant, he said, "You were there, Maloney."
"But you believed him guilty," interposed Judge Brewster quickly.
"Yes."
"You thought him guilty and after a five-hour session you impressed this thought on his mind and he--he confessed."
"I didn"t impress anything--I just simply----"
"You just simply convinced him that he was guilty--though as it turned out he was in prison at the time he was supposed to have committed the burglary----"