"Now in the case at bar, first there is clearly no evidence that this defendant knew or ever suspected that the dog Andrew was otherwise than of a mild and gentle disposition. That is, there is no evidence whatever of _scienter_. In fact, except in this single instance there is no evidence that Andrew ever bit anybody. Thus, in the word of Holy Writ the defendant Appleboy should be quit, and in the language of our own courts he must be held harmless. Secondly, moreover, it appears that the complainant deliberately put himself in the way of the dog Andrew, after full warning. I move that the jury be directed to return a verdict of not guilty." "Motion granted," nodded Judge Witherspoon, burying his nose in his handkerchief. "I hold that every dog is entitled to one bite." "Gentlemen of the jury," chanted the clerk: "How say you? Do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty?" "Not guilty," returned the foreman eagerly, amid audible evidences of satisfaction from the Abyssinian brother, the Baby's World editor and the others. Mr. Appleboy clung to Tutt's hand, overcome by emotion. "Adjourn court!" ordered the judge. Then he beckoned to Mr. Appleboy. "Come up here!" he directed. Timidly Mr. Appleboy approached the dais. "Don't do it again!" remarked His Honor shortly. "Eh? Beg pardon, Your Honor, I mean--" "I said: 'Don't do it again!'" repeated the judge with a twinkle in his eye. Then lowering his voice he whispered: "You see I come from Livornia, and I've known Andrew for a long time." As Tutt guided the Appleboys out into the corridor the party came face to face with Mr. and Mrs. Tunnygate. "Huh!" sneered Tunnygate. "Huh!" retorted Appleboy. Wile Versus Guile For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar.--HAMLET. It was a mouse by virtue of which Ephraim Tutt had leaped into fame. It is true that other characters famous in song and story--particularly in "Mother Goose"--have similarly owed their celebrity in whole or part to rodents, but there is, it is submitted, no other case of a mouse, as mouse _per se_, reported in the annals of the law, except Tutt's mouse, from Doomsday Book down to the present time. Yet it is doubtful whether without his mouse Ephraim Tutt would ever have been heard of at all, and same would equally have been true if when pursued by the chef's gray cat the mouse aforesaid had jumped in another direction. But as luck would have it, said mouse leaped foolishly into an open casserole upon a stove in the kitchen of the Comers Hotel, and Mr. Tutt became in his way a leader of the bar. It is quite true that the tragic end of the mouse in question has nothing to do with our present narrative except as a side light upon the vagaries of the legal career, but it illustrates how an attorney if he expects to succeed in his profession, must be ready for anything that comes along--even if it be a mouse.