"I thought we might as well run over my list of cases," he replied. "I can offer you a plea or two if you wish." "Do I!" ejaculated the D.A., rolling his eyes heavenward. "Let's hear the Roll of Honor." Mr. Tutt placed his hat, bottom side up, on the carpet and lowered himself into a huge leather armchair, furnished to the county by a political friend of Mr. Peckham and billed at four hundred per cent of the regular retail price. Then he reinserted the stogy between his lips and produced from his inside pocket a typewritten sheet. "There's Watkins--murdered his stepmother--indicted seven months ago. Give you murder in the second?" "I'll take it," assented Peckham, lighting a cigar in a businesslike manner. "What else you got?" "Joseph Goldstein--burglary. Will you give him grand larceny in the second?" The Honorable Peckham shook his head. "Sorry I can't oblige you, old top," he said regretfully. "He's called the King of the Fences. If I did, the papers would holler like hell. I'll make it any degree of burglary, though." "Very well. Burglary in the third," agreed Mr. Tutt, jotting it down. "Then here's a whole bunch--five--indicted together for assault on a bartender." "What degree?" "Second--brass knuckles." "You can have third degree for the lot," grunted Peckham laconically. "All right," said Mr. Tutt. "Now for the ones that are going to trial. Here's Jennie Smith, indicted for stealing a mandarin chain valued at sixty-five dollars up at Monahaka's. The chain's only worth about six-fifty and I can prove it. Monahaka don't want to go to trial because he knows I'll show him up for the Oriental flimflammer that he is. But of course she took it. What do you say? I'll plead her to petty and you give her a suspended sentence? That's a fair trade." Peckham pondered. "Sure," he said finally. "I'm agreeable. Only tell Jennie that next time I'll have her run out of town." Mr. Tutt nodded. "I'll whisper it to her. Now then, here's Higgleby--" "Higgle who?" inquired Peckham dreamily. "Bee--by--Higgleby," explained Mr. Tutt. "For bigamy. I want you to dismiss the indictment for me." "What for?" "You'll never convict him." "Why not?" "Just because you never will!" Mr. Tutt assured him with earnestness. "And you might as well wipe him off the list." "Anything the matter with the indictment?" asked the D.A. "Caput Magnus drew it. He's a good man, you know." Mr. Tutt drew sententiously on his stogy. "I would like to tell you all my secrets," he replied after a pause, "but I can't afford to. The indictment is in the usual form. But just between you and me, you'll never convict Higgleby as long as you live." "Didn't he marry two joint and several ladies?" "He did." "And one of 'em right here in New York County?" "He did." "Well, how in hell can I dismiss the indictment?" "Oh, easily enough. Lack of proof as to the first marriage in Chicago, for instance. How are you going to prove he wasn't divorced?"