“Got any money, or friends?”

“I’ve got fifteen dollars in the office⁠—and no friends.”

“Give me an order for the money, and I’ll look after you,” he said.

I gave him the order, he spoke to the two officers for a minute, and then asked the judge for a continuance of twenty-four hours. This was granted, and I was led back to the bedbugs in the dark cell.

The next day, when my case was called, the lawyer stood up and started talking.

“Sit down!” roared the judge.

He obeyed.