"By the by," resumed the assistant procurator; "look, there in the hall, the first bench . . . the man with the actor's face. That is the local money magnate. He has about half a million in ready cash."
"Indeed! He doesn't look it. . . . Well, old man, shall we have an interval?"
"Let's finish the case, and then. . . ."
"How do you know? . . ." The President turned to the doctor. "So you find that death was immediate?"
"Yes, as the result of serious injury to the substance of the brain. . . ."
When the doctor finished, the President looked at the blank space between procurator and defending counsel and asked: "Have you any questions to put?"
The assistant procurator without lifting his eyes from Cain shook his head. The defending counsel moved brusquely, coughed, and asked —
"Tell me, doctor, judging by the size of the wound, could you form any judgment as to . . . as to the murderer's mental condition? That is, I want to know if the size of the wound justifies our concluding that the accused was in an epileptic fit."
The President turned his sleepy, indifferent glance on the defending counsel. The procurator raised his eyes from Cain and looked at the President. But
