"'Tain't my business to consider evidence," snapped the chief. "That's up to the prosecuting attorney." "It will be," replied the lawyer sharply, "but at present it's up to you." "Me?" exclaimed the other in genuine surprise. "Yes," went on Judge Brewster calmly, "you were instrumental in obtaining a confession from him. I'm raising a question as to the truth of that confession." Captain Clinton showed signs of impatience. Shrugging his massive shoulders deprecatingly, said: "Are we going over all that? What's the use? A confession is a confession and that settles it. I suppose the doctor has been working his pet theory off on you and it's beginning to sprout." "Yes," retorted the judge quickly, "it's beginning to sprout, captain!" There was a sudden interruption caused by the entrance of the butler, who approached his master and whispered something to him. Aloud the judge said: "Ask her to wait till we are ready." The servant retired and Captain Clinton turned to the judge. With mock deference, he said: "Say, Mr. Brewster, you're a great constitutional lawyer--the greatest in this country--and I take off my hat to you, but I don't think criminal law is in your line." Judge Brewster pursed his lips and his eyes flashed as he retorted quickly: "I don't think it's constitutional to take a man's mind away from him and substitute your own, Captain Clinton." "What do you mean?" demanded the chief. "I mean that instead of bringing out of this man his own true thoughts of innocence, you have forced into his consciousness your own false thoughts of his guilt." The judge spoke slowly and deliberately, making each word tell. The police bully squirmed uneasily on his chair. "I don't follow you, judge. Better stick to international law. This police court work is beneath you." "Perhaps it is," replied the lawyer quickly without losing his temper. Then he asked: "Captain, will you answer a few questions?" "It all depends," replied the other insolently. "If you don't," cried the judge sharply, "I'll ask them through the medium of your own weapon--the press. Only my press will not consist of the one or two yellow journals you inspire, but the independent, dignified press of the United States." The captain reddened. "I don't like the insinuation, judge." "I don't insinuate, Captain Clinton," went on the lawyer severely, "I accuse you of giving an untruthful version of this matter to two sensational newspapers in this city. These scurrilous sheets have tried this young man in their columns and found him guilty, thus prejudicing the whole community against him before he comes to trial. In no other country in the civilized world would this be tolerated, except in a country overburdened with freedom." Captain Clinton laughed boisterously. "The early bird catches the worm," he grinned. "They asked me for information and got it." Judge Brewster went on: