a short struggle in
the street and then Warren raised the driver's head and dashed it
fiercely against the stones.

Half an hour later he staggered into my rooms--the blood trickling down
his face and Fantine's crushed and bleeding body in his arms.

He would hear of no other counsel. In vain I begged him to retain some
criminal practitioner.

"Why should I?" he replied. "You know the facts and believe in me.
That is all I want. Only remember this. I would rather die than be
imprisoned, and no trick or technicality shall ever clear me."

What weary months of waiting we have gone through! The Grand Jury
indicted for murder, the case has been much talked about and the
District Attorney has been very--zealous.

How my spirits rose when I found so many animal lovers among the men
summoned as jurors, and how the District Attorney and I fought for and
against them the whole of one long day! But he couldn't get rid of them
all, lass. Every man who admitted that he had no feeling for animals
possessed some other trait which made even the District Attorney fear
him.

There were dozens of witnesses but little controversy of fact. Without
difficulty I proved that Dineen was a drunken sot of evil reputation,
who had been drinking heavily on the day of his death, and then I placed
Warren on the stand.

How splendid he looked as he faced the jury and told his story to their
eyes.

The District Attorney was powerless before such a witness and he knew
it. His only chance lay in the fearless candour of the man and, God
forgive him, he took it. He asked only one question.

"Warren, do you feel any regret for the death of Dineen?"

I sprang to my feet with an objection, but Godfrey waved me back.

In breathless silence the Court awaited his answer. The District
Attorney saw his advantage in the pause, and judging the man rightly,
spoke with a show of fairness deliberately planned to his own purposes.

"You can decline to answer upon the ground that it will tend to
incriminate you."

As he expected, Warren flushed angrily, and flashed a scornful glance at
his questioner.

What a noble sensation it must give one to convict a man of murder by a
trick!

"You do not decline to answer? Then tell us, Warren, do you feel any
regret for the death of this man?"

"None whatsoever."

The answer was given slowly and distinctly with his face full to the
jury.

Oh, how my heart sank as I heard his words! I felt it was useless,