Now, is that boy a murderer, do you think ?' 'Let me see.

The man was drunk ?' 'Yes, he was drunk.' 'Very drunk ?' 'Yes.' 'And the boy knew it ?' 'Yes, he knew it.' There was a long pause.

Then came this heavy verdict-- 'If the man was drunk, and the boy knew it, the boy murdered that man.
This is certain.' Faint, sickening sensations crept along all the fibers of my body, and I seemed to know how a person feels who hears his death sentence pronounced from the bench.

I waited to hear what my brother would say next.

I believed I knew what it would be, and I was right.