The Wrong Man — page 72: what you’re looking at

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a into it by the feet of men in strife. As if to vomplete ‘he chain of circumstantial evidence, they found, as they were returning by the road toward Adrianopolis, the hat of Dudley. It lay among the bushes and high grass, a little way down the edge of the bluff, and at some distance from the scene of strife; bat not further than it might have been blown by the southerly wind, which had prevailed all the first part of the night. The feet of Dudiey’s horse had been examined, when left. by Cate for a moment at the door of the missionary’s lodgings. it was discovered that he had lost one of his shoes. The shoe itself was positively identified by the blacksmith; and the hat was sworn to by a number of witnesses. The evidence against Dudley was stronger and more con- nected than he himself could have anticipated. Some parts of it he listened to with surprise. Throughout the trial, however, he preserved great composure, never tora moment losing his self-possession. He did not deny any of the allegations, or seek to rebut any of the testimony. This course of conduct gained him no great eredit with the jury or villagers. Dudley had no witnesses to eail on his side, signifying that he was satisfied to let the question rest with the jury without any attempt at defense upon his part. He understood well enough that nothing he could say would change the tide of feeling which had set in against him. He placed some hope upon the fact that the jury, if satisfied of his guilt, would deem that his provocation justified the deed; but when he re- called = = “es at paneer mn aoe be was looked upon e villagers, he saw thatthere was little or no for ieee He resolved to die with the crime Setaneaeadl him, rather than allow the hoary-headed Mr. Sedley to suffer for what be alope must have done. " Mr. Servs-gs oceupied fally a minute in rising from his seat to make his speech on tbe part of the prosecution. The awe-inspiry eee feeeenee his countenance baffled attempt at ption. The glistenin , the bush brows, the restless eyes—now fixed tain, sisiractting amelie nose, with the knob illuminated, the bristling hair, in whieh could be discerned a few traces of saw-dust, the huge standin collar—all these were eloquent with learning and dignity. Placing his left hand behind him, under the skirt of his with the palm o7ward, and holding in his right hand his br upside do'vn, le leaned across the table, and, glancing a mo- ment at tle tvvelve men, who seemed petrified by the load of responsibi ity resting upon them, said: “ GENT] FMEN OF THE JURY: The case upon which you are called to act to-day, is ope of the most solenn that ever con- th: annals of our great and glorious country. The gentiemer yes, murder—murder of the darkest s , is marder ; ‘Most fien lish kind. As I bave sot here listening to the — - * = = . : = . -" ~* a . a ‘e" - 4 a : ee ‘ ae — . 7 ws. eee - Gomicbooks-cor : ‘