like a long hymn being given out. Jack pleaded guilty.
Then he straightened up for the first time and looked round the court,
with a calm, disinterested look -- as if we were all strangers
and he was noting the size of the meeting. And -- it's a funny world,
ain't it? -- everyone of us shifted or dropped his eyes,
just as if we were the felons and Jack the judge. Everyone except the Doctor;
he looked at Jack and Jack looked at him. Then the Doctor smiled
-- I can't describe it -- and Drew smiled back. It struck me afterwards
that I should have been in that smile. Then the Doctor did
what looked like a strange thing -- stood like a soldier with his hands
to Attention. I'd noticed that, whenever he'd made up his mind to do a thing,
he dropped his hands to his sides: it was a sign that he couldn't be moved.
Now he slowly lifted his hand to his forehead, palm out, saluted the prisoner,
turned on his heel, and marched from the court-room. `He's boozin' again,'
someone whispered. `He's got a touch of 'em.' `My oath, he's ratty!'
said someone else. One of the traps said:

"`Arder in the car-rt!'

"The judge gave it to Drew red-hot on account of the burglary being
the cause of the girl's death and the sorrow in a respectable family;
then he gave him five years' hard.

"It gave me a lot of confidence in myself to see the law of the land
barking up the wrong tree, while only I and the Doctor and the prisoner
knew it. But I've found out since then that the law is often the only one
that knows it's barking up the wrong tree."

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