Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 102, February 27, 1892 by Various
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nothing?
_Wit._ (_in a low tone_). Nothing, Sir--nothing! _Coun. for the Def._ And I am not surprised! He might well say nothing to such an announcement! HE, a Gentleman by birth--education--everything--to be accused of forgery! It is _too_ cruel! _Mr. Justice Punch_ (_courteously but firmly_). I do not wish to control the management of your case, Mr. MCSLANGER, but the time for you to address the Jury has not yet arrived. _Coun. for Def._ (_submissive but sulky_). As your Lordship pleases. [_Resumes his seat._ _Usher_ (_calling_). Admiral CUTTERMAN! _Admiral_ (_in a low tone_). Here! [_He leaves the Prisoner, first handing him the smelling salts, and enters the Witness Box._ _Council for the Prosecution_ (_after the Witness has been sworn_). I think you are here on subpoena served by the Treasury. _Witness_ (_with a glance of sadness at the Dock_). Had I not been summoned to be present by those in authority, not the entreaties of magicians would have brought me here! |
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