"Justice!" he echoed.

"Thank God for our courts!" "But _when_ ?" said Scarborough.

As there was no answer, he went on: "In five--ten--fifteen--perhaps twenty years.

The lawyers are in no hurry--a brief case means a small fee.

The judges--they've got their places for life, so there's no reason why they should muss their silk gowns in undignified haste.