As for his speech, it was a straightway
argument; not a superfluous or a sophomoric word, not an attempt
at rhetoric. His argument--There is the logic that is potent but
answerable; there is the logic that is unanswerable, that gives no
opportunity to any sane mind, however prejudiced by association
with dispensers of luxurious hospitality, of vintage wines and
dollar cigars, however enamored of fog-fighting and hair-
splitting, to refuse the unqualified assent of conviction
absolute. That was the kind of argument Josh Craig made. And the
faces of the opposing lawyers, the questions the Justices asked
him plainly showed that he had won.
After the first ten minutes, when the idea that Craig could be or
ever had been laughable became itself absurd, Arkwright glanced
uneasily, jealously at Margaret. The face beneath the brim of her
beautiful white and pale pink hat was cold, conventional, was the
face of a mere listener. Grant, reassured, resumed his absorbed
attention, was soon completely swept away by his friend's
exhibition of power, could hardly wait until he and Margaret were
out of the courtroom before exploding in enthusiasm. "Isn't he a
wonder?" he cried.
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