about now? Ah, at last he's got to the summing up."
The hour was advancing, and happily the judge's speech was not of the length which at one time it had threatened to be. The summing-up was short but indecisive. It was plain that the prisoner's advocate had done his work with the judge as well as with the jury. There was nothing in the judge's presentment of the evidence, which at one time had looked so damning, to compare with the resolution and conviction of Northcote. The magnetic splendor and brilliancy which had overcome, one by one, the twelve good men and true in the box, had fastened also upon this old man. His confidence was shaken, and the definite line the counsel for the Crown had so confidently expected him to take was far to seek.
"This is doing us no good," grunted Mr. Weekes to his junior. By now the leader for the Crown was in a very bad temper. His afternoon had been wasted, he was going to be late for his dinner, and he was about to lose a verdict upon which he had counted with certainty. "My dear Bow-wow, you are positively maudlin. Why the deuce don't you leave the doubt alone and confine yourself to the evidence? There is no doubt. There is not a leg for them to stand on."
"There was not half a leg for them to stand on at the beginning," said Mr. Topott, with scrupulous modesty, "but now as the end approaches, they appear to be standing upon two thoroughly sound ones. I think I said at lunch I was frightened to death of that fellow."
