The Saturday Evening Post Volume 193, No. 6 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1921 edition. Excerpt: ... he remarked. "And why should I consider it a private matter?" Lorenzo demanded belligerently. Justice Walkerry shrugged his shoulders. "Of course if you prefer to have us all deny that this conference took place " he said. "Oh, well," returned Lorenzo, "we'll consider it a matter between gentlemen." The judge glared at him. "I think perhaps," he remarked frigidly, "that you may have to convince us that it is." "Is what?" demanded Lorenzo. "A matter between gentlemen," said the judge. He tossed the bulky memoranda to the prosecutor. "Perhaps," he added, "you had better take a look at that." Lorenzo took a look at it. The whole court watched him. Once, twice, thrice the pallor deepened on Lorenzo's countenance. Finishing he tossed the papers back to Justice Walkerry. Lorenzo glanced in triumph about the room. "There is not one charge in all that mass of rot," he said, "that rises to the dignity of evidence. Let me ask you, gentlemen, where is your proof." Justice Walkerry smiled. "We have no roof," he said. "You are quite right, ister Prosecutor. This is not evidence. We have no proof. And yet, these things have weight." "What weight can they have if you haven't evidence?" cried Lorenzo. Justice Walkerry kept on smiling. " Mister Prosecutor," he went on, tapping the papers with his glasses, "these are but straws that show which way the wind blows. They are not evidence, but they are straws. A good many straws--enough to have some weight." "Not with a jury--not with the public," said Lorenzo. "No," conceded Justice...