This, and much more argument of equal value, was delivered with relish
by a comparatively young barrister, whose spirits rose as he felt the
truth change and fade while he rearranged its attendant circumstances.
Cashel listened for some time anxiously. He flushed and looked moody
when his marriage was alluded to; but when the whole defence was
unrolled, he was awestruck, and stared at his advocate as if he half
feared that the earth would gape and swallow such a reckless perverter
of patent facts. Even the judge smiled once or twice; and when he did
so the jurymen grinned, but recovered their solemnity suddenly when the
bench recollected itself and became grave again. Every one in court knew
that the police were right--that there had been a prize-fight--that the
betting on it had been recorded in all the sporting papers for weeks
beforehand--that Cashel was the mostterrible fighting man of the day,
and that Paradise had not dared to propose a renewal of the interrupted
contest. And they listened with admiration and delight while the advocate
proved that these things were incredible and nonsensical.
It remained for the judge to sweep away the defence, or to favor the
prisoners by countenancing it. Fortunately for them, he was an old man;
and could recall, not without regret, a time when the memory of Cribb
and Molyneux was yet green. He began his summing-up by telling the jury
that the police had failed to prove that the fight was a prize-fight.
After that, the public, by indulging in roars of laughter whenever they
could find a pretext for doing so without being turned out of court,
showed that they had ceased to regard the trial seriously.
Finally the jury acquitted Mellish, and found Cashel and Paradise guilty
of a common assault. They were sentenced to two days’ imprisonment,
and bound over to keep the peace for twelve months in sureties of one
hundred and fifty pounds each. The sureties were forthcoming; and as the
imprisonment was supposed to date from the beginning of the sessions,
the prisoners were at once released.
CHAPTER XVI
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