This prisoner was a journalist, hitherto living in one of the suburbs
of London, and acting as correspondent for certain journals in Ireland
and in America. Under a search warrant the police had ransacked every
corner of his house. They found what purported to be an incriminatory
letter written in invisible ink, also a glass tube containing a liquid
which, when tested by the Government analyst, was proved to contain
crystals. These crystals, if dissolved in water, could be used for the
purpose of making impressions on paper, and such impressions would be
invisible until copperas or certain other chemicals had been applied.
Beyond these discoveries and the evidence of the informers, there was
but little to connect Michael White with the alleged conspiracy.
The prisoner was a handsome, middle-aged man, whose intellectual face
was in striking contrast with those of the two shifty-eyed and cringing
informers, on whom from time to time he bent looks of infinite
disgust and scorn. The sympathy of not a few was with the accused; but
so strenuous was the conduct of the prosecution, and so adverse the
judicial summing up, that only one result could be expected from the
trial.
One member of White’s family was present through the long and agonising
trial--the prisoner’s only son, and there was a double bitterness in
the young man’s heart as hour by hour he saw the net being weaved about
his father, for he, himself, had his own personal reason for hating
Westwood, the zealous junior counsel for the Crown. When the fierce
eyes of young Marcus White met the barrister’s, the latter shifted
his gaze, fumbled with his papers, or made a show of entering into
conversation with other counsel. The prisoner’s son watched these poor
devices with a contemptuous smile. A complex, burning sense of wrong
filled his breast. The private wrong which he believed had been done
to himself by Westwood, blended, as it were, with the wrong that he
conceived was being done to his father; and this in turn was interwoven
with the sense of wholesale wrong inflicted during centuries upon
prisoners and captives who had come within the iron grip of English
criminal law.
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