"
"We never quibble, I hope, Mr. Finn."
"No subterfuges, no escaping by a side wind, no advantage taken of
little forms, no objection taken to this and that as though delay
would avail us anything."
"Character will go a great way, we hope."
"It should go for nothing. Though no one would speak a word for me,
still am I innocent. Of course the truth will be known some day."
"I'm not so sure of that, Mr. Finn."
"It will certainly be known some day. That it should not be known
as yet is my misfortune. But in defending me I would have you hurl
defiance at my accusers. I had the stick in my pocket,--having
heretofore been concerned with ruffians in the street. I did quarrel
with the man, having been insulted by him at the club. The coat which
I wore was such as they say. But does that make a murderer of me?"
"Somebody did the deed, and that somebody could probably say all that
you say."
"No, sir;--he, when he is known, will be found to have been skulking
in the streets; he will have thrown away his weapon; he will have
been secret in his movements; he will have hidden his face, and have
been a murderer in more than the deed.
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