One of the finest addresses to a jury I ever heard." "That's just the point," Wilmore explained "You see, Ledsam had no idea that Hilditch was really guilty, and for two hours that afternoon he literally fought for his life, and in the end wrested a verdict from the jury, against the judge's summing up, by sheer magnetism or eloquence or whatever you fellows like to call it.

The very night after, Hilditch confesses his guilt and commits suicide." "I still don't see where Ledsam's worry comes in," the legal luminary remarked.

"The fact that the man was guilty is rather a feather in the cap of his counsel.

Shows how jolly good his pleading must have been." "Just so," Wilmore agreed, "but Ledsam, as you know, is a very conscientious sort of fellow, and very sensitive, too.

The whole thing was a shock to him." "It must have been a queer experience," a novelist remarked from the outskirts of the group, "to dine with a man whose life you have juggled away from the law, and then have him explain his crime to you, and the exact manner of its accomplishment.