made a practice of being witnesses it would probably hurt
their business. But, however much "faked" news may be
published, a prosecutor who did not listen to all the hints
the press boys had to give would make a great mistake; and as
allies and advisers they are often invaluable, for they can
tell him where and how to get evidence of which otherwise he
would never hear.

The week before a great case is called is a busy one for the
prosecutor in charge. He is at his office early to interview
his main witnesses and go over their testimony with them so
that their regular daily work may not be interrupted more than
shall be actually necessary. Some he cautions against being
overenthusiastic and others he encourages to greater emphasis.
The bashful "cop" is badgered until at last he ceases to begin
his testimony in the cut-and-dried police fashion.

"On the morning of the twenty-second of July, about 3.30 A.M.,
while on post at the corner of Desbrosses Street--," he
starts.

"Oh, quit that!" shouts the district attorney. "Tell me what
you saw in your own words."

The "cop" blushes and stammers:

"Aw, well, on the morning of the twenty-second of July, about
3.30 A.M."

"Look here!" yells the prosecutor, jumping to his feet and