Only seven were hanged

The repeated tap of his wand of office on the polished table stilled the tongues of the members and caused every eye to be focused on the heavy figure who presided.

May it please your authority [began the judge in his best legal manner as he turned over the pages of the minute-book and placed his finger on a page] the case I am about to put...

doing what I was taught, and that is to always tell the truth, even to you people when we witness before God, although it be against ourselves or our parents or our relatives, w...

"I see," said the waiter as he glanced at the clouded features of the judge, "that you grudge me the first point. If you have any objection to my claim, please state it at once,...

A faint, bitter smile hovered around his lips for some time. It was just such a smile as had appeared on his features when he had learned for the first and only time in his care...

He drew back his hand inch by inch, while the waiter's finger remained poised. There was something Solomonic in that uplifted finger, something, too, of satanophany in its rigid...

"Please do not let me insist. If I turned my back to you it is possible that you would have a temptation to do what Connolly was tempted to do to the man called George. It would...

"Another word of such language and I shall commit you for contempt of court!" he cried. "It is intolerable that the dignity of this assembly should be lowered by the vulgar parl...

"And do you seriously mean to put forward a plea to the effect that the penal code should not hang such a foul murderer as Walter Seale?" asked the judge, when the waiter had fi...

The waiter did not make any attempt, nor give any indication that he was at all anxious, to allay the other's perturbation. He seemed, indeed, to be singularly detached, and it...

My Lord [began the waiter in an even tone in which there was no trace of excitement] you will not find the case I am about to submit anywhere referred to in your minute-book. Yo...

He marched along the street with his cap pulled down, his overcoat collar buttoned up over his chin, his hands thrust deep into his pockets. The bludgeon was hidden because he h...