La
Flitche, they would also find blood. That did not argue that Mr. La
Flitche had been a party to the shedding of the blood.
Mr. Brown had drawn attention to the fact that the prisoner had not
been bruised or marked in the savage encounter which had taken place.
She thanked him for having done so. John Borg's body showed that it
had been roughly used. He was a larger, stronger, heavier man than St.
Vincent. If, as charged, St. Vincent had committed the murder, and
necessarily, therefore, engaged in a struggle severe enough to bruise
John Borg, how was it that he had come out unharmed? That was a point
worthy of consideration.
Another one was, why did he run down the trail? It was inconceivable,
if he had committed the murder, that he should, without dressing or
preparation for escape, run towards the other cabins. It was, however,
easily conceivable that he should take up the pursuit of the real
murderers, and in the darkness--exhausted, breathless, and certainly
somewhat excited--run blindly down the trail.
Her summing up was a strong piece of synthesis; and when she had done,
the meeting applauded her roundly. But she was angry and hurt, for she
knew the demonstration was for her sex rather than for her cause and
the work she had done.
Bill Brown, somewhat of a shyster, and his ear ever cocked to the
crowd, was not above taking advantage when opportunity offered, and
when it did not offer, to dogmatize artfully.
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