Edgar Wallace,
The Four Just Men (1920) — CHAPTER XIV
(1920)
“ He flung out his hand toward the judge.“You, my lord,” he cried, “can you order the flogging of a brute who has half killed one of his fellows, without incurring the bleating wrath of men and women, who put everything before physical pain—honour, patriotism, justice? Can you sentence a man to death for a cruel murder without a thousand shrieking products of our time rushing hither and thither like ants, striving to secure his release? ”
