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Stener
had
no
affection
for
Cowperwood
,
of
course
,
looking
on
him
,
as
she
did
,
as
the
unscrupulous
cause
of
her
husband
's
downfall
.
They
were
now
quite
poor
again
,
about
to
move
from
their
big
house
into
cheaper
quarters
;
and
this
was
not
pleasing
for
her
to
contemplate
.
Judge
Payderson
came
in
after
a
time
,
accompanied
by
his
undersized
but
stout
court
attendant
,
who
looked
more
like
a
pouter-pigeon
than
a
human
being
;
and
as
they
came
,
Bailiff
Sparkheaver
rapped
on
the
judge
's
desk
,
beside
which
he
had
been
slumbering
,
and
mumbled
,
"
Please
rise
!
"
The
audience
arose
,
as
is
the
rule
of
all
courts
.
Judge
Payderson
stirred
among
a
number
of
briefs
that
were
lying
on
his
desk
,
and
asked
,
briskly
,
"
What
's
the
first
case
,
Mr.
Protus
?
"
He
was
speaking
to
his
clerk
.
During
the
long
and
tedious
arrangement
of
the
day
's
docket
and
while
the
various
minor
motions
of
lawyers
were
being
considered
,
this
courtroom
scene
still
retained
interest
for
Cowperwood
.
He
was
so
eager
to
win
,
so
incensed
at
the
outcome
of
untoward
events
which
had
brought
him
here
.
He
was
always
intensely
irritated
,
though
he
did
not
show
it
,
by
the
whole
process
of
footing
delays
and
queries
and
quibbles
,
by
which
legally
the
affairs
of
men
were
too
often
hampered
.
Law
,
if
you
had
asked
him
,
and
he
had
accurately
expressed
himself
,
was
a
mist
formed
out
of
the
moods
and
the
mistakes
of
men
,
which
befogged
the
sea
of
life
and
prevented
plain
sailing
for
the
little
commercial
and
social
barques
of
men
;
it
was
a
miasma
of
misinterpretation
where
the
ills
of
life
festered
,
and
also
a
place
where
the
accidentally
wounded
were
ground
between
the
upper
and
the
nether
millstones
of
force
or
chance
;
it
was
a
strange
,
weird
,
interesting
,
and
yet
futile
battle
of
wits
where
the
ignorant
and
the
incompetent
and
the
shrewd
and
the
angry
and
the
weak
were
made
pawns
and
shuttlecocks
for
men
--
lawyers
,
who
were
playing
upon
their
moods
,
their
vanities
,
their
desires
,
and
their
necessities
.
It
was
an
unholy
and
unsatisfactory
disrupting
and
delaying
spectacle
,
a
painful
commentary
on
the
frailties
of
life
,
and
men
,
a
trick
,
a
snare
,
a
pit
and
gin
.
In
the
hands
of
the
strong
,
like
himself
when
he
was
at
his
best
,
the
law
was
a
sword
and
a
shield
,
a
trap
to
place
before
the
feet
of
the
unwary
;
a
pit
to
dig
in
the
path
of
those
who
might
pursue
.
It
was
anything
you
might
choose
to
make
of
it
--
a
door
to
illegal
opportunity
;
a
cloud
of
dust
to
be
cast
in
the
eyes
of
those
who
might
choose
,
and
rightfully
,
to
see
;
a
veil
to
be
dropped
arbitrarily
between
truth
and
its
execution
,
justice
and
its
judgment
,
crime
and
punishment
.
Lawyers
in
the
main
were
intellectual
mercenaries
to
be
bought
and
sold
in
any
cause
.
It
amused
him
to
hear
the
ethical
and
emotional
platitudes
of
lawyers
,
to
see
how
readily
they
would
lie
,
steal
,
prevaricate
,
misrepresent
in
almost
any
cause
and
for
any
purpose
.
Great
lawyers
were
merely
great
unscrupulous
subtleties
,
like
himself
,
sitting
back
in
dark
,
close-woven
lairs
like
spiders
and
awaiting
the
approach
of
unwary
human
flies
.
Life
was
at
best
a
dark
,
inhuman
,
unkind
,
unsympathetic
struggle
built
of
cruelties
and
the
law
,
and
its
lawyers
were
the
most
despicable
representatives
of
the
whole
unsatisfactory
mess
.
Still
he
used
law
as
he
would
use
any
other
trap
or
weapon
to
rid
him
of
a
human
ill
;
and
as
for
lawyers
,
he
picked
them
up
as
he
would
any
club
or
knife
wherewith
to
defend
himself
.
He
had
no
particular
respect
for
any
of
them
--
not
even
Harper
Steger
,
though
he
liked
him
.
They
were
tools
to
be
used
--
knives
,
keys
,
clubs
,
anything
you
will
;
but
nothing
more
.
When
they
were
through
they
were
paid
and
dropped
--
put
aside
and
forgotten
.
As
for
judges
,
they
were
merely
incompetent
lawyers
,
at
a
rule
,
who
were
shelved
by
some
fortunate
turn
of
chance
,
and
who
would
not
,
in
all
likelihood
,
be
as
efficient
as
the
lawyers
who
pleaded
before
them
if
they
were
put
in
the
same
position
.
He
had
no
respect
for
judges
--
he
knew
too
much
about
them
.
He
knew
how
often
they
were
sycophants
,
political
climbers
,
political
hacks
,
tools
,
time-servers
,
judicial
door-mats
lying
before
the
financially
and
politically
great
and
powerful
who
used
them
as
such
.
Judges
were
fools
,
as
were
most
other
people
in
this
dusty
,
shifty
world
.
Pah
!
His
inscrutable
eyes
took
them
all
in
and
gave
no
sign
.
His
only
safety
lay
,
he
thought
,
in
the
magnificent
subtley
of
his
own
brain
,
and
nowhere
else
.
You
could
not
convince
Cowperwood
of
any
great
or
inherent
virtue
in
this
mortal
scheme
of
things
.
He
knew
too
much
;
he
knew
himself
.
When
the
judge
finally
cleared
away
the
various
minor
motions
pending
,
he
ordered
his
clerk
to
call
the
case
of
the
City
of
Philadelphia
versus
Frank
A.
Cowperwood
,
which
was
done
in
a
clear
voice
.
Both
Dennis
Shannon
,
the
new
district
attorney
,
and
Steger
,
were
on
their
feet
at
once
.
Steger
and
Cowperwood
,
together
with
Shannon
and
Strobik
,
who
had
now
come
in
and
was
standing
as
the
representative
of
the
State
of
Pennsylvania
--
the
complainant
--
had
seated
themselves
at
the
long
table
inside
the
railing
which
inclosed
the
space
before
the
judge
's
desk
.
Steger
proposed
to
Judge
Payderson
,
for
effect
's
sake
more
than
anything
else
,
that
this
indictment
be
quashed
,
but
was
overruled
.
A
jury
to
try
the
case
was
now
quickly
impaneled
--
twelve
men
out
of
the
usual
list
called
to
serve
for
the
month
--
and
was
then
ready
to
be
challenged
by
the
opposing
counsel
.
The
business
of
impaneling
a
jury
was
a
rather
simple
thing
so
far
as
this
court
was
concerned
.
It
consisted
in
the
mandarin-like
clerk
taking
the
names
of
all
the
jurors
called
to
serve
in
this
court
for
the
month
--
some
fifty
in
all
--
and
putting
them
,
each
written
on
a
separate
slip
of
paper
,
in
a
whirling
drum
,
spinning
it
around
a
few
times
,
and
then
lifting
out
the
first
slip
which
his
hand
encountered
,
thus
glorifying
chance
and
settling
on
who
should
be
juror
No.
1
.
His
hand
reaching
in
twelve
times
drew
out
the
names
of
the
twelve
jurymen
,
who
as
their
names
were
called
,
were
ordered
to
take
their
places
in
the
jury-box
.
Cowperwood
observed
this
proceeding
with
a
great
deal
of
interest
.
What
could
be
more
important
than
the
men
who
were
going
to
try
him
?
The
process
was
too
swift
for
accurate
judgment
,
but
he
received
a
faint
impression
of
middle-class
men
.
One
man
in
particular
,
however
,
an
old
man
of
sixty-five
,
with
iron-gray
hair
and
beard
,
shaggy
eyebrows
,
sallow
complexion
,
and
stooped
shoulders
,
struck
him
as
having
that
kindness
of
temperament
and
breadth
of
experience
which
might
under
certain
circumstances
be
argumentatively
swayed
in
his
favor
.
Another
,
a
small
,
sharp-nosed
,
sharp-chinned
commercial
man
of
some
kind
,
he
immediately
disliked
.
