As the defendant's counsel went down the courthouse steps
Rawlins came up to him to take note of his demeanour and
anything else that might be going.
"Pretty stiff row to hoe you've got there, Lorne," he
said.
"Pretty stiff," responded Lorne.
CHAPTER XI
Imagination, one gathers, is a quality dispensed with of
necessity in the practice of most professions, being that
of which nature is, for some reason, most niggardly.
There is no such thing as passing in imagination for any
department of public usefulness, even the government of
Oriental races; the list of the known qualified would be
exhausted, perhaps, in getting the papers set. Yet neither
poet nor philosopher enjoys it in monopoly; the chemist
may have it, and the inventor must; it has been proved
the mainspring of the mathematician, and I have hinted
it the property of at least two of the Murchisons. Lorne
was indebted to it certainly for his constructive view
of his client's situation, the view which came to him
and stayed with him like a chapter in a novel, from the
hour in which Ormiston had reluctantly accounted for
himself upon the night of the burglary. It was a brilliant
view, that perceived the young clerk the victim of the
conspiracy he was charged with furthering; its justification
lay back, dimly, among the intuitions about human nature
which are part of the attribute I have quoted.
Pages:
116
117
118
119
120
121
122
123
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140