He prayed to see triumph an actual justice and not the old blind spirit of revenge.

He realized fully how much was there to overcome as he gazed upon the set faces of the real jury, the crowd of grim spectators.

Yet in his soul there sprang so clear a conviction of his duty that he felt all fogs clear away, leaving his intelligence calm, clear, dispassionate, with full understanding of the best means to obtain his end.

He knew that argument is the best answer to oratory.
"Your Honour, and gentlemen of the jury," he began, "in defending this man I stand for the law.

The representative of the State invokes the law.
"What is that law?
Is it violence for violence, hatred for unreasoning hate?
Is that the law?
Or is the love of justice, the love of fair play, at the heart of the law?
What do you say?
Is it not right for any man to have a fair chance?
"I yield to no man in my desire to see a better day of law and order in this town.