At first the public, the jury, and the judge were curiously attracted, surprised into a fresh interest.

The voice had an insinuating quality, but it also had a measured force, a subterranean insistence, a winning tactfulness.
Withal, a logical simplicity governed his argument.

The flaneur, the poseur--if such he was--no longer appeared.

He came close to the jurymen, leaned his hands upon the back of a chair--as it were, shut out the public, even the judge, from his circle of interest--and talked in a conversational tone.

An air of confidence passed from him to the amazed yet easily captivated jury; the distance between them, so gaping during the last two days, closed suddenly up.