Ido not think the British public at a murder trial would drink champagne and eat fole gras sandwiches; nor would women produce lip-sticks and powderpaffs; but it is done—across the Channel, T was particularly impressed at the Old Bailey by the silence, broken only by the scratching of quill pens, by the dignity of Lrritish justice, and, above all, by its scrupulous' fairness, The defendant surrendered to his bail, and was bowed into the dock by policeman. A wonderful dock, large snd furnished with chairs and tables, I notice there were no flowers, Possibly by roque But at the very and I found something that was the same in both cities—the C3 looking young men, with fervety chins and shifty eyes, dodging about the corridors, and looking very important when summoned to conferences in the corner with men a blind man would know were detectives.
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