"The points are these," said the foreman of the jury. "First of all,
some among us are far from being convinced that the prisoner, if he
were the murderer, would be likely to leave the knife in the murdered
man's body. If he had struck the blow in a passion, and had then,
overcome by panic, run away for fear of the consequences of what he had
done, we could have understood it. But as we are dealing with
circumstantial evidence, it seems utterly unlikely that a man who had
premeditated a murder should have run away leaving a weapon which could
be easily traced to him. That, at least, is the feeling of some
members of the jury, and is one of the points which causes us to be
divided.
"The second is this: there are some among us who feel very strongly the
point of the prisoner's remarks concerning the probability of his
knowing where the deceased was at the time of the murder. As he has
stated, he would probably have been in bed at the time when he was
actually killed. If the murder was premeditated, there are some who
feel the utter unlikelihood of the prisoner going out alone at midnight
on the chance of finding his victim.
"These are the points, my lord, on which we are not agreed, and unless
further light is thrown upon them, there is no likelihood of agreement."
The juryman spoke in a hesitating fashion. He was evidently labouring
under a very strong emotion, and was unable to control his voice or to
express his thoughts with anything like clearness. Still, what we have
just stated conveys a rough idea of the difficulties which faced them.
Again an intense silence pervaded the court as the foreman of the jury
sat down. The suspense seemed almost too horrible to be borne. There
was not a man in the court who was not pale to the lips, and whose
nerves were not quivering with painful excitement. Again the reporters
almost forgot their duty. In their eagerness to know what would be
said they forgot to write. Suppressed sobbing was heard almost
everywhere. Even the judge looked exceedingly grave, and for the
moment seemed unable to decide what to say.
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