I should certainly do so in your place." "I think not," he replied; "the less stir made about it the better.
Surely in the crowd of a criminal court and in the prison dress, I shall escape recognition ?" "An admission," thought the magistrate, "that he has concealed his identity." "I cannot tell; I think it doubtful." "Well, whatever comes, I shall always he grateful to you, Mr.Kent, for your interest in me." "I am sorry you will not trust me," said the magistrate, rising to leave the cell.
"I am still more sorry that I cannot," was the reply, and then the prisoner was left alone.
He did not look much like a thief; there was a light on his face such as one sees in the pictures of the martyrs, a clear fire in the gray eyes.
"My ancestors have smiled with their heads on a block," he said.
"Surely, with such a motive, I may bear six months of prison." The day of his trial came.

The report of it in the papers read as follows: "John Smith, aged twenty, occupation unknown, was charged by Count Jules St.Croix with stealing from his room an ivory casket, containing a watch and an antique ring of great value.

The prisoner, who refused to give any account of himself, pleaded guilty; he made no defence, and had retained no counsel.

The judge made a few remarks to the effect that it was very hard to see a young man, evidently possessed of some education and refinement, in such a position, then sentenced him to six months' imprisonment without hard labor.

Prisoner made no remark, and was then removed." The papers did not tell of a little incident that occurred, simply because the reporters did not know it.