第22章 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT(4)

But Watson was soon to learn.Patsy Horan and two of his satellites testified to a most colossal aggregation of perjuries.Watson could not have believed it possible without having experienced it.They denied the existence of the other four men.And of the two that testified, one claimed to have been in the kitchen, a witness to Watson's unprovoked assault on Patsy, while the other, remaining in the bar, had witnessed Watson's second and third rushes into the place as he attempted to annihilate the unoffending Patsy.The vile language ascribed to Watson was so voluminously and unspeakably vile, that he felt they were injuring their own case.It was so impossible that he should utter such things.But when they described the brutal blows he had rained on poor Patsy's face, and the chair he demolished when he vainly attempted to kick Patsy, Watson waxed secretly hilarious and at the same time sad.The trial was a farce, but such lowness of life was depressing to contemplate when he considered the long upward climb humanity must make.

Watson could not recognize himself, nor could his worst enemy have recognized him, in the swashbuckling, rough-housing picture that was painted of him.But, as in all cases of complicated perjury, rifts and contradictions in the various stories appeared.The Judge somehow failed to notice them, while the Prosecuting Attorney and Patsy's attorney shied off from them gracefully.Watson had not bothered to get a lawyer for himself, and he was now glad that he had not.

Still, he retained a semblance of faith in Judge Witberg when he went himself on the stand and started to tell his story.

"I was strolling casually along the street, your Honor," Watson began, but was interrupted by the Judge.

"We are not here to consider your previous actions," bellowed Judge Witberg."Who struck the first blow?""Your Honor," Watson pleaded, "I have no witnesses of the actual fray, and the truth of my story can only be brought out by telling the story fully--"Again he was interrupted.

"We do not care to publish any magazines here," Judge Witberg roared, looking at him so fiercely and malevolently that Watson could scarcely bring himself to believe that this was same man he had studied a few minutes previously.

"Who struck the first blow?" Patsy's attorney asked.

The Prosecuting Attorney interposed, demanding to know which of the two cases lumped together was, and by what right Patsy's lawyer, at that stage of the proceedings, should take the witness.Patsy's attorney fought back.Judge Witberg interfered, professing no knowledge of any two cases being lumped together.All this had to be explained.Battle royal raged, terminating in both attorneys apologizing to the Court and to each other.And so it went, and to Watson it had the seeming of a group of pickpockets ruffling and bustling an honest man as they took his purse.The machine was working, that was all.

"Why did you enter this place of unsavory reputations?" was asked him.

"It has been my custom for many years, as a student of economics and sociology, to acquaint myself--"But this was as far as Watson got.

"We want none of your ologies here," snarled Judge Witberg."It is a plain question.Answer it plainly.Is it true or not true that you were drunk? That is the gist of the question."When Watson attempted to tell how Patsy had injured his face in his attempts to bat with his head, Watson was openly scouted and flouted, and Judge Witberg again took him in hand.

"Are you aware of the solemnity of the oath you took to testify to nothing but the truth on this witness stand?" the Judge demanded."This is a fairy story you are telling.It is not reasonable that a man would so injure himself, and continue to injure himself, by striking the soft and sensitive parts of his face against your head.You are a sensible man.It is unreasonable, is it not?""Men are unreasonable when they are angry," Watson answered meekly.

Then it was that Judge Witberg was deeply outraged and righteously wrathful.

"What right have you to say that?" he cried."It is gratuitous.

It has no bearing on the case.You are here as a witness, sir, of events that have transpired.The Court does not wish to hear any expressions of opinion from you at all.""I but answered your question, your Honor," Watson protested humbly.

"You did nothing of the sort," was the next blast."And let me warn you, sir, let me warn you, that you are laying yourself liable to contempt by such insolence.And I will have you know that we know how to observe the law and the rules of courtesy down here in this little courtroom.I am ashamed of you."And, while the next punctilious legal wrangle between the attorneys interrupted his tale of what happened in the Vendome, Carter Watson, without bitterness, amused and at the same time sad, saw rise before him the machine, large and small, that dominated his country, the unpunished and shameless grafts of a thousand cities perpetrated by the spidery and vermin-like creatures of the machines.Here it was before him, a courtroom and a judge, bowed down in subservience by the machine to a dive-keeper who swung a string of votes.Petty and sordid as it was, it was one face of the many-faced machine that loomed colossally, in every city and state, in a thousand guises overshadowing the land.