This announcement caused a great stir in the court-room, and I could see by the faces of the jury that it was all up with us.

I had already surrendered all hope of an acquittal and I looked upon the verdict of the jury as a mere formality.
"Proceed, then, with the summing up," ordered the judge.

"I wish the jury to take this case and finish it to-night." So, with that, our counsel began his argument in our behalf--a lame and halting effort it seemed to me, for all that we had paid him twenty-five thousand dollars for his services--pointing out how neither Dillingham nor Hawkins was worthy of belief, and how the case against us rested entirely upon their testimony and upon that of the clerk, who was an insignificant and unimportant witness injected simply for the sake of apparent corroboration.

Faugh! I have heard Gottlieb make a better address to the jury a thousand times, and yet this man was supposed to be one of the best! Somehow throughout the trial he had seemed to me to be ill at ease and sick of his job, a mere puppet in the mummery going on about us; yet we had no choice but to let him continue his ill-concealed plea for mercy and his wretched rhetoric, until the judge stopped him and said that his time was up.
When the district attorney arose and the jury turned to him with uplifted faces, then, for the first time, I realized the real attitude of the community toward us; for in scathing terms he denounced us both as men not merely who defended criminals but who, in fact, created them; as plotters against the administration of justice; as arch-crooks, who lived off the proceeds of crimes which we devised and planned for others to execute.

It was false and unfair; but the jury believed him--I could well see that.
"These men have made a fat living for nearly a generation in this city by blackmail, bribery, and perjury.