Yollop by George Barr McCutcheon
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penuriousness of the County of New York, they settled down to a
prolonged and profound discussion of their differences. It soon developed that all but two of the jurors had been favorably inclined toward the defendant up to the time the State introduced the unexpected wives. They had regarded him as a poor unfortunate, driven to crime by adversity, and after a fashion the victim of an arrogant and soulless police system, aided and abetted by the District Attorney's minions, a contemptible robber in the person of a dealer in women's hats, and a bejeweled snob who insulted their intelligence by trying to convince them that her confidence had been misplaced. But the two wives settled it. Smilk was a rascal. He ought to be hung. "But," argued No. 9, "how the devil do we know that them women ARE his wives. Their evidence ain't supported, is it?" "Didn't they have certificates?" demanded another hotly. "Sure. But that don't prove that he was the man, does it?" "And didn't the prisoner jump up and yell: 'My God, it's all off! You've got me cold! You've got me dead to rights,'" cried another. "Oh, there's no use arguin' with you guys," roared No. 9, disgustedly. Later on they returned to the court room to have certain parts of Mr. Yollop's testimony read to them. After this a ballot was taken, and the only man for acquittal was the clock-maker. At twenty minutes to eleven he succumbed, not to argument or persuasion or |
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