Looking at him and studying him, Watson felt almost sure that his old friend's prognostication was wrong.
Watson had not bothered to get a lawyer for himself, and he was now glad that he had not.
I was strolling casually along the street, your Honor," Watson began, but was interrupted by the Judge.
Your Honor," Watson pleaded, "I have no witnesses of the actual fray, and the truth of my story can only be brought out by telling the story fully--"
We do not care to publish any magazines here," Judge Witberg roared, looking at him so fiercely and malevolently that Watson could scarcely bring himself to believe that this was same man he had studied a few minutes previously.
And so it went, and to Watson it had the seeming of a group of pickpockets ruffling and bustling an honest man as they took his purse.
When Watson attempted to tell how Patsy had injured his face in his attempts to bat with his head, Watson was openly scouted and flouted, and Judge Witberg again took him in hand.
Men are unreasonable when they are angry," Watson answered meekly.
I but answered your question, your Honor," Watson protested humbly.
And, while the next punctilious legal wrangle between the attorneys interrupted his tale of what happened in the Vendome, Carter Watson, without bitterness, amused and at the same time sad, saw rise before him the machine, large and small, that dominated his country, the unpunished and shameless grafts of a thousand cities perpetrated by the spidery and vermin-like creatures of the machines.
Watson protested against this, but was silenced when the Prosecuting Attorney told him that Public Prosecutor and knew his business.
In the afternoon papers the first headline that caught Watson's eye was: "CARTER WATSON ACQUITTED.