Anyhow, he did a noble act.

As it happened, he was sitting at the right-hand corner of the Queen's counsel seats, and piled upon the desk before him was a tremendous mass of law reports which his clerk had arranged there, containing cases to which it might become necessary to refer.

Now, in the presence of these law reports, Mr.Fiddlestick, in the goodness of his heart, saw an opportunity of creating a diversion, and he created it with a vengeance.

For, throwing his weight suddenly forward as though by accident, or in a movement of impatience, he brought his bent arm against the pile with such force, that he sent every book, and there must have been more than twenty of them, over the desk, right on to the head and shoulders of his choleric client, Mr.Addison, who was sitting immediately beneath, on the solicitors' bench.
Down went the books with a crash and a bang, and, carried away by their weight, down went Mr.Addison on to his nose among them--a contingency that Fiddlestick, Q.C., by-the-way, had not foreseen, for he had overlooked the fact of his client's vicinity.
The Judge made an awful face, and then, realising the ludicrous nature of the scene, his features relaxed into a smile.

But Mr.Addison did not smile.