"Like all notorious barkers his voice is the best part about him."
"For my part, I think you are going too fast. The lad is not so wonderful as all this. He has done nothing out of the common as far as I can see."
"No, dear boy," said Jumbo, "because you can never see anything. But a young sportsman who can cross-examine in that manner in his first murder case is made of the right stuff."
"But the witness was as easy as pie. She didn't know where she was or what she was saying."
"And he took an amazing advantage of her."
"So would any one else."
"They would, but in a very different way."
"His cross-examination will amount to nothing, in spite of the time it wasted."
"Will it not, though? That is all you know of a sentimental jury of your countrymen."
"His attack on the police was monstrous, and he had no right to put questions in the form he did."
"So thought Weekes, so thought Bow-wow, but he put them all the same. And what is more, the foreman of the jury, a highly respectable green-*grocer, took cognizance."
"Well, where does his amazingness come in? She only answered 'yes' to everything."
"Had he wanted her to answer 'no' to everything she would have done so."
"Of course she would. Everybody could see that."
"Yes, dear boy, and what does he do? Our young friend takes the liberty of inventing every one of his facts as he goes along. All that about
