The young assistant put in his case, calling his witnesses one
by one, and examining them with the most feverish anxiety lest
he should forget something. The lawyer for the defence made
no cross-examination and contented himself with smiling
blandly as each witness left the stand. The youthful
prosecutor became more and more nervous. He was sure that
something was wrong, but he couldn't just make out what. At
the conclusion of the People's case the lawyer inquired, with
a broad grin, "if that was all."

The young assistant replied that it was, and that, in his
opinion, it was "quite enough."

"Let that be noted by the stenographer," remarked the lawyer.
"Now, if your Honors please," he continued, addressing the
three judges of the Special Sessions, "you all know how
interested I am to see these young lawyers growing up. I like
to help 'em along--give 'em a chance--teach 'em a thing or
two. I trust it may not be out of place for me to say that I
like my young friend here and think he tried his case very
well. But he has a great deal to learn. I'm always glad,
as I said, to give the boys a chance--to give 'em a little
experience. I shall not put my client upon the stand. It is
not necessary. The fact is," turning suddenly to the
unfortunate assistant district attorney--"my client has a
license." He drew from his pocket a folded paper and handed
it to the paralyzed young attorney with the harsh demand:
"What do you say to that?"