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The Bradys and the Magic Box, or, The Mystery of the Magician / by a New York Detective, [Incomplete].
Author
New York Detective.
Contributor
Doughty, Francis W. (Francis Worcester), d. 1917. Garne, Gaston. Sherman, John. Appleton, Horace.
Date Added
9 January 2014
Format
Journal
Language
English
Publish Date
1911-10-06
Publisher
New York : F. Tousey
Series
Secret Service Old and Young King Brady, Detectives > no. 663
Source
Dime Novels and Popular Literature
Alternate Title
Secret Service Old and Young King Brady, Detectives, no. 663, October 6, 1911. Mystery of the Magician. The widow in black; or, The great diamond mystery / by Gaston Garne. Great diamond mystery His own lawyer; or, How Tom Hazen won fame and fortune / by John Sherman. How Tom Hazen won fame and fortune Wandering Will / by Horace Appleton. Who was the hero? / by John Sherman.
Topic
Detective and mystery stories, American > Periodicals. Dime novels > Specimens.
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24 SECRET SERVICE. /
‘That was Tom’s case, and ue had put it in straight, much | Davenport should pay for my pig which he allowed his dogs
to the surprise of the lawyers present.
Then Cadmus said to kill.
His counsel will tell you that I demand too much
he wanted to cross-question the plaintiff, and Tom again took for him—that he was not worth two hundred and fifty dollars.
the stand.
“You killed two valuable dogs belonging to my client, ‘did , dred and fifty dolars each.
you not?” he asked Tom.
““T killed two:dogs,” he said. “I don’t know anything about
their value. I wouldn’t have given my pig for forty of them
with their owner thrown in for good measure.”
. There wag a laugh, and Cadmus said:
“Don’t be impudent.”
.'“T don’t want to be,” was the quiet reply. °
“Why did you kill the dogs?”
“To save my pig.”
~.“Couldn’t you have saved the plg without killing the dogs?”
‘ “TJ believe their owner could by calling them off; as he did,
not I threw ’em off myself.”
“Kicked one to death?” .
“Yes, while he held on to the pig. He was a game dog, an
I guess I am game, too.”
The lawyer saw that he was not getting ahead very fast,
Yet he has the gall to say that the dogs were worth two hun-
I don’t think he is a good judge
of pigs. Mr. Harris is, and he says my pig was worth that
much, Pigs furnish the bulk of the meat for the country.
Way out West some of the Indians eat dog, and may prefer it
to pork. I have no means of knowing the favorite dish of the
counsel for Mr. Davenport, for-—”
Such a roar as burst from judge, jury and spectators was
never heard in that court room before. Cadmus fairly foamed
with rage. Tom waited for it to subside and then continued:
“The dogs knew good pork when they saw it and went for
it as though they had not been fed for a week. One of them
held on to it after I got hold of his hind legs, and didn’t let
go until nearly all his ribs were stove in. Even he was a
, better judge of good pork than the learned counsel, who says
a dog is worth more than pig.”
ane looked at Cadmus in a way that set the court in a roar
gain,
oe INOW, gentlemen of the jury, when I said on the witness
as the lad was quick witted and bold, and had the sympathy stand that I killed ‘the dogs to save my pig, I told the truth,
of the jury. He also saw that Hazen had proven the value of
the pig by gocd authority, and that his only hope lay in prov-!
ing the value of the two dogs as an offset, and thus defeat
the claim for. damages.
He accordingly put Davenport on the stand, who admitted
that the dogs had killed the pig, but believed that Hazen had
contributed to it by taking part in the fight. He valued the
dogs at five hundred dollars and could have sold them for that
amount had he wished to do so. He said the killing was un-
necessary.
wid you eall the dogs off?” Tom asked him,
“What! " Tom gasped. “Do you swear to that!” and his
look of amazement was so honest that everyone in the court-
room noticed it.
“Yes, I swear to that.”
- “Did you call ’em off in a whisper, or in a loud voice—loud
enough ‘for any one else besides the dogs to hear you?”
-“T called them off loud enough for them to hear me,”
“But did they hear you?”
““ T think they did.”
“And they did not obey you?”
“You had mixed up in the fight and excited them, ”
“Then you admit that you did not call ’em off till I sot into
the fight, do you?”
’ Tom had him there.
Cadmus rose to his feet to make some explanation, and
Tom said:
“Keep your seat, sir.
not drunk, but sober.”
Cadmus turned red as a beet, and Tom looked at the judge.
“Your Honor, may I ask ‘my two witnesses two questions
each?”
“Yes, of course,” replied ‘the judge. \
Then he called the two farmers to their feet.
“Did you hear Mr. Davenport call off his dogs?” he asked.
“No,” they both replied.
- “Were you near enough to have heard him had he done so?”
“Yes.”
“That will do,” and they sat down. Tom turned to Daven-
port and looked him straight in the face for five minutes with-
out uttering a word. The suspense was painful, and Daven-
port turned white as he sat there with every eye fastened on
him, »
“You may £0,” Tom finally said. “y wou’t ask you any
more questions, for you have a soul to be saved—probably.”
“I protest against such language to my client, your Honor,”
exclaimed Cadmus, springing to his feet in a rage.
“Oh, that’s all right,” said Tom with a wave of his hand,
“Save his reputation if you can’t his soul.”
The judge rapped for order, and told Tom he must not use
1
It’s my time now. This counsel is
any unparliamentary language in court.
“T did not mean to, Your Honor,” and he sat down ‘and
looked at the judge.
“If you wish to say anything to. the jury,” the judge said
to him, “now is the time to do so
_ Tom rose to his feet and said:
“Gentlemen of the jury, I am no lawyer, but I know right
from wrong, and know how to tell the truth. I believe that
you are to judge the faces—the evidence—and the judge is to
expound the law to you. I am to try to show you why Mr.
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and I believe it is sound law that a man has the right to
defend his property from wanton destruction. It was wanton,
for when I sung out to the defendant to call off his dogs he
failed to do so. He says he did, but there are three of us who
say he did not—at least not loud enough for the dogs to hear
him. -If they heard and did not obey, what becomes of his
claim that they were trained dog and therefore very valuable?
He did not call them off, gentlemen of the jury. It was a poor
boy’s pig (the only pig he was able to own) and it was fun
to see the dogs. tear it to pieces in the absence of any other
game. He even ran up and knocked down the boy with the
butt of his gun, for daring to interfere with his sport.
men of the jury, you are honest men, sworn to deal justly be-
tween man and man. In this temple~of justice a man’s riches
cannot count for aught in his favor. The right must prevail,
for the poor can find no protection anywhere else in all the
land.”
He sat down, and every eye was turned on Cadmus. He
rose to his feet, and said it was the most embarrassing po-
sition he was ever in, and hoped never to have to appear in
such a case again.
“The plaintiff is without counsel,” he said, “and therefore
I shall utter one word in reply to what he has been pleased
to say in regard to myself. We admit the killing of the pig,
and my client is even a greater loser. Of course one in th:
position of the plaintiff cannot be supposed to know the value
placed upon trained dogs by gentlemen in a different sphere
of life. But this excessive charge for the pig is made solely
because my client is a rich man. Weare willing to pay a
reasonable sum. That Its all I have to say,” and bowing to the
jury, he sat down. -In. ten minutes the jury gave a verdict
for Hazen for the full amount claimed.
CHAPTER III.
“you DIDN’T NEED ANY LAWYER’—TOM GETS ROBBED OF NINETY
: * DOLLARS
There was a burst of applause when the verdict was an-
nounced, and the court officers were ordered to suppress it.
It increased till the uproar extended out into the corridors.
People had come in to hear the case when it became known
that Tom was conducting it himself, so the court room was
packed with an eager, listening crowd. The judge left the
bench and retired to another room to avoid being compelled
to suppress the applause.
Men who had never spoken to him before took Tom’s hand
and shook it warmly. Two lawyers who had refused to take
the case for him were present... One of them said to him:
“You didn’t need any lawyer.” \
“No, but I didn’t know it,” he replied. “Mr. Freeman drew
up the papers for me, for which I paid him five dollars.”
“YT think you managed it well enough,” said another.
Mr. Cadmus, as soon as the judge took his seat again, gave
notice of appeal on the ground of excessive damages.
“All right,” said Tom, “I’ll meet you in the next court.”
Cadmus paid no attention to him. He was too dignifled to
do so. He walked out of the court room a very sad man, The
press would teem with jokes at his expense; and the day the
papers facetiously discussed the relative merits of pig or dog
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