Part 26 (1/2)

”Well, I wouldn't call him exactly disinterested,” responded Townsend, with a wise glance.

”Nevertheless, your Honor, I protest against this man's insulting manner,” Thomas shouted. ”How it is possible for such a person, a person who even now ought to be serving a jail sentence, to be admitted to the bar, I can't see!” He backed to his chair and sat down, taking up a book and slamming it back on the table.

Until now Marvin had been complete master of the situation, but Thomas's last words drove the blood from his face and he grew troubled as he looked up at the judge and then away and out through the window into s.p.a.ce. There had been something on his mind, but he had been able to keep it in the background because of Bill's predicament. And now it came to the surface again.

Townsend studied Marvin intently for several moments and then he asked, quietly, ”You are an attorney in good standing, are you not?”

At the judge's question, Thomas got up and looked down upon Marvin, in insolent inquiry.

Marvin did not answer at once; then he walked over to the judge's bench and with his head bowed said, ”No, your Honor, I am not.”

”Do you mean to say that you are not a member of the bar?” There was surprise and injured dignity and at the same time a strong savor of pity in Lem Townsend's voice.

Thomas and Hammond exchanged smiles of triumph, the former advancing to a place by Marvin's side in front of the judge.

The horror in Millie's face told Marvin that her last shred of consideration for him had been torn away.

Bill alone held faith, smiling encouragement at the lad who had been his only friend when his hour was at its worst.

With eyes on the ground, slowly, and in low voice, Marvin explained, ”No, I have never been admitted to the bar, your Honor. But Mr. Jones had taken a long journey from the Soldiers' Home, on his own account and at his own expense, to testify in my case. When, without warning, this action for divorce was called, I knew it was a conspiracy.” The injustice accorded Bill drew Marvin from himself again. Pointing at Hammond and Thomas, he raised his voice. ”I knew that these two conspirators--”

Thomas interrupted him by jumping from his seat and making a menace with his right arm.

”Sit down, Mr. Thomas,” Townsend commanded. ”I will attend to this. You are making a very serious charge, Mr. Marvin, and if you believe you can substantiate it you will find the courts open to you. In the mean time you must be aware that you had no right whatever to undertake the trial of this case under the guise of being an attorney. You are guilty of a reprehensible act, and if I did not believe there were mitigating circ.u.mstances I would punish you most severely for contempt of court.”

He ordered the stenographer to strike out all of the cross-examination.

”Mr. Thomas,” he asked, ”have you finished with your witness?”

”If the cross-examination is to be stricken out, I will not take up the court's time with any redirect testimony. We have had enough,” Thomas said.

Hammond got up and shook himself as if he were rid of a heavy burden; but as he walked from the stand Marvin made one more plea. ”One moment, please, your Honor,” he asked. ”Before the witness is excused--”

Townsend interrupted him. ”You have no standing in this court, young man. If you wish to remain, you may take a seat on the visitors' bench,”

and he pointed to a vacant seat just outside of the railing.

If there was one person in the court-room who was pleased at that moment, it was Blodgett. He arose, caressing his mustache, and opened the gate.

”This way,” he called out, giving an overbearing wave of his hand.

As he came to the gate, Marvin stopped. He was thinking hard. It did not seem right that Bill should be left alone to fight his way with those two keen schemers. He knew that Lem Townsend would look after Lightnin'

in so far as he could justifiably do so, but the figure of the lonely old man, smiling complacently in the midst of his trouble, touched Marvin deeply, and he delved into his mind in an effort to find a way to help him.

Then, unexpectedly, Lightnin' solved the problem. Getting to his feet, he stood quietly before the bench, looking up at Townsend with an odd excitement in his eyes.

”Your Honor,” he asked, in his usual drawl, ”a defendant has the right to plead his own case, ain't he?”

”Yes, he has,” Townsend replied, with a nod.