Let the lawyers and the judge puzzle it out.

'Guilty or not guilty ?' 'Hanged if I know, my lord.

Looks like guilty, but don't see very well how I can be.' That will bother old Rae some; it would bother Old Nick himself.

'Did you forge this note ?' 'My lord, my present ego recognizes no intent to forge; my alter ego in vino may have done so.

Of that, however, I know nothing; it lies in that mysterious region of the subconscious.' 'Are you, then, guilty ?' 'Guilt, my lord, lies in intent.
Intent is the soul of crime.' It will be an interesting point for Mr.
Rae and his lordship." "Look here, old chap," asked Dunn suddenly, "what of Potts in this business ?" "Potts! Oh, hang it, Dunn, I can't drag Potts into this.