He arrived at the Old Bailey at a quarter-past ten. He did not allow
himself to glance at its profile, nor did he permit his mind to be
distracted by one of the thousand details, common, depressing, and
of no significance in themselves, yet likely to be so ominous in
their effect on high-strung nerves. He passed from the barristers’
robing-room as soon as he could, for beyond everything he wished to
avoid contact with his kind. Yet to the majority of those within its
precincts he was not even known by name; and he felt himself to be
looked on askance by all as a solitary, queer-headed fellow.
On entering the court he used great care in selecting his seat. It was
in a situation from which he felt he could command the attention of all
present; from which the jury would lose nothing of what he presented
to it, and yet be sufficiently removed to be unable to discern the
more intimate workings of his personality. Oratory like music demands
a certain space and distance in which and at which to reveal itself.
Before taking his seat he looked all around him into every part of the
building, in order that he might familiarize himself with that which
lay about him. Every seat allotted to the public was already in its
occupation; the nature of the charge was itself sufficient to stimulate
its curiosity in the highest degree. Among the members of the bar the
interest was not so great. There was said to be no defence worthy of
the name; the crime was of a common kind, presenting neither rare nor
curious features; the absence of Tobin, the most brilliant common law
advocate among the younger men, had become known; and the case was
expected to be disposed of without difficulty. Its main interest in the
eyes of the junior bar centred around the man who had been asked to
conduct the defence. That one so obscure as Northcote should have been
chosen to fill the place of Tobin in a murder case was one of those
unexpected things which furnished a theme for the critic’s function; a
function which the majority of those in their robes on the benches felt
eminently qualified to undertake.
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