And somehow, there was that in the man's eyes which made me think, there and then, that he was not reflecting on any murder that he had done, but was sullenly and stupidly angry with himself.
"Now, then, here's a lawyer for you," said Chisholm.

"Mr.Lindsey, solicitor." "Well, my man!" began Mr.Lindsey, taking a careful look at this queer client.

"What have you got to say to me ?" The prisoner gave Chisholm a disapproving look.
"Not going to say a word before the likes of him!" he growled.

"I know my rights, guv'nor! What I say, I'll say private to you." "Better leave us, sergeant," said Mr.Lindsey.He waited till Chisholm, a bit unwilling, had left the cell and closed the door, and then he turned to the man.

"Now, then," he continued, "you know what they charge you with?
You've been drinking hard--are you sober enough to talk sense?
Very well, then--what's this you want me for ?" "To defend me, of course!" growled the prisoner.