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Arthur Train McClure's Magazine, Volume 25, Number 5… (1905)

That feller, Monohan, could get twenty years! It made him mad, this infernal conspiracy, as it seemed to him, between judges and prosecutors. It mattered little, apparently, whether they got the right man or not so long as they got some one! What business had they to go and convict a feller who was innocent, and put him, Jim, the cleverest “gun” in the profession, in such a position? He wondered if folks in other lines of business had so many problems to face. The stupidity of witnesses and the trickery of lawyers was almost beyond belief.
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Arthur Train McClure's Magazine, Volume 25, Number 5… (1905)

The witness slowly descended and, escorted by a policeman, began his inspection, scrutinizing each face with care. Quietly he moved along the first bench, and then, gently shaking his head, along the second. The interest became breathless. A sigh of relief rippled along the settees after him. The only spectator unmoved by what was taking place was Supple Jim, who smiled genially at the old gentleman, as the latter glanced at him and passed on. Four rows—five rows—six rows—seven rows. At last there was but one bench left, and the excitement reached the point of ebullition. Would he find him?
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Arthur Train McClure's Magazine, Volume 25, Number 5… (1905)

Dockbridge dropped into a chair and mopped his forehead, while the jury glanced inquiringly in the direction of the defendant But now, Crookshanks, the hero of a hundred legal conflicts, the hope and trust of all defenseless criminals, slowly arose and buttoned his threadbare frock coat. He looked the Court full in the eye. The prosecutor he ignored.
“If Your Honor please,” began the old lawyer gently, “I move that the Court direct the jury to acquit on the ground that the People have failed to make out a case.”
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