In due course the jury retired, but had no sooner reached their room and closed the door than the old Teuton cried, "Dot man iss not guilty!" The other eleven wrestled with him in vain.

He remained impervious to argument for seventeen hours, declining to discuss the evidence, and muttering at intervals, "Dot man iss not guilty!" The other eleven stood unanimously for murder in the first degree, which was the only logical verdict that could possibly have been returned upon the evidence.
At last, worn out with their efforts, they finally induced the old Teuton to compromise with them on a verdict of manslaughter.

Wearily they straggled in, the old native of Schleswig-Holstein bringing up the rear, bursting with exultation and with victory in his eye.
"Gentlemen of the jury, have you agreed upon a verdict ?" inquired the clerk.
"We have," replied the foreman.
"How say you, do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty ?" "Guilty--of manslaughter," returned the foreman feebly.
The district attorney was aghast at such a miscarriage of justice, and the judge showed plainly by his demeanor his opinion of such a verdict.
But the old inhabitant of Schleswig-Holstein cared for this not a whit.
The old mother in Schleswig-Holstein might still clasp her son in her arms before she died! The defendant was arraigned at the bar.

Then for the first time, and to the surprise and disgust of No.

11, he admitted in answer to the questions of the clerk that his parents were both dead and that he was born in Hamburg, a town for whose inhabitants the old juryman had, like others of his compatriots, a constitutional antipathy.
The "tricks" of the trade as practised by the astute and unscrupulous criminal lawyer vary with the stage of the case and the character of the crime charged.