The first day passed by, and the second and the third, every one of them busy with events that meant life or death for me: yet I took no notice. When left to myself, invariably I closed my eyes, and the stupor2 settled over my senses like a cloud of smoke. When aroused, I did whatever was required as passively as an automaton3. I remember those first few days as one remembers a hateful dream. I remember being driven in a dark, noisy vehicle from the station-house to the city prison, and having in the latter place a cell assigned to me which was destined4 to serve as my home for many weeks. I remember making several trips, handcuffed to my custodian5, from the jail to the office where the inquest was held and back: but my only recollection of the inquest itself is a confused one—a crowded, foul-smelling room, a chaos6 of faces and voices, endless talking, endless questioning of myself by men who were strangers to me. I remember that by and by these journeys came to an end: but what the verdict of the inquest was I do not remember—I do not think I troubled myself to ask at the time. Then I remember that after some days spent alone in my cell one of the keepers said, “You are indicted7,” and inquired whether I wished to communicate with my attorney. Indicted? My attorney? I did not comprehend. I do not remember what I answered.
Once the door of my cell opened, and they brought in a trunk and a violin-case and placed them on the floor at the foot of my cot.
I recognized these for my own property. Mechanically I took out my violin and drew forth8 one long, clear note. That note was like a sudden flash of light. For a single instant the desolation to which my world had been reduced became visible in all its ghastliness. For a single instant I realized my position, realized that Veronika was dead, and the rest. The truth pierced my consciousness like an arrow and made my body quake with pain. But immediately the darkness settled over me again, the stupor returned.
Slowly, however, this stupor was changing its character. By degrees, so far as my mere10 thinking faculties11 were involved, it began to be dissipated. By degrees my mind struggled out of it. I began to notice and to understand things, and was able to converse12 and to appreciate what was said. But over my feelings it retained its sway. Although I was quite competent now to follow the explanations of my lawyer—how Veronika had been murdered and how and why I was suspected as the murderer—still I had no feeling of any sort about the matter. I might have been a log of wood.
My lawyer had presented himself one day and volunteered his services. I had accepted them without even inquiring his name.
“Don’t you remember me?” he asked.
I looked at his face but could not recall having seen it before.
“My name is Epstein,” he said. “We went to school together.”
“Oh, yes; I remember,” I replied.
Regularly each day he came and reported the progress of affairs.
“They are building up a strong case against you,” he said. “Our only hope lies in an alibi13.”
“What is that?” I inquired dully.
He explained; and continued, “Of course the prosecution14 won’t tell me what tack15 they mean to pursue, but from several little things that have leaked out I infer that they have a pretty strong case. Now, at what hour did you leave Miss Pathzuol that night?”
“At about midnight.”
“And went directly home?”
“Directly home.”
“After entering your house did you meet any of the other occupants? any of your fellow-lodgers?”
“I don’t remember.”
“But you must make an effort to remember. Try.”
“I tell you, I don’t remember,” I repeated. His persistence16 irritated me.
“You appear to take as little interest in this case as though it were the life of a dog hanging in the scales instead of your own,” he said, and that was the truth.
Next day his face wore a somber17 expression.
“This is too bad,” he cried. “I have interviewed your landlady18 and your fellow-lodgers, and not one of them can swear to your alibi. I know you are innocent, but I don t see how I am to prove it.”
At last the trial began.
I sat through that trial, the most indifferent person in the court-room. I heard the testimony19 of the witnesses and the speeches of the lawyers simply because I was close at hand and could not help it. But I was the least interested of the many auditors20, the least curious as to the result. Yet, stolid21, indifferent, inattentive as I was, every detail of the trial is stamped upon my memory in indelible hues22. Here is the story of it.
The first day was used in securing a jury.
The second day commenced with an address—an “opening” they called it—by the counsel for the prosecution. He told quietly who Veronika was, how she had lived alone with her uncle, and how on the morning of the 13th July they had found her, murdered. He said that a remarkable23 train of circumstantial evidence pointed24 to one man as the murderer. Then he raised his voice and dwelt upon the blackness of that man’s soul. Then he faced around and bade the prisoner stand up. Shaking his finger at me, “Gentlemen of the jury,” he thundered, “there is the man.”
The first witness was Tikulski. He testified to the discovery of the murder in the manner already known; told how he had been absent all night that night; and explained the nature of the relations that subsisted25 between Veronika and myself.
“When you got home on the morning of the 13th in what condition was the door of your apartment?” asked the district-attorney.
“In its usual condition.”
“That is to say, locked?”
“Precisely.”
“It had not been broken open or tampered26 with?”
“Not so far as I could see.”
“That’s all.”
On cross-examination he said that he had never heard a harsh word pass between Veronika and myself, that on the contrary I had given him every reason for considering me a most tender and devoted27 lover.
“And when made aware of the death of his betrothed28,” pursued my lawyer, “how did Mr. Neuman conduct himself?”
“He acted like a crazy man—like one paralyzed by a tremendous blow.”
“You can go, Mr. Tikulski,” said my lawyer. “But I wish to say,” began Tikulski, “that I do not believe——”
“Stop,” cried the prosecutor29. “Your honor, I object to any expression of opinion by the witness.”
“No matter about what you don’t believe,” said the Judge to Tikulski.
“But——-”
“But you must hold your tongue,” imperiously. “You can go.”
The old man left the stand and elbowed his way to my side.
“What I wished to say was,” he whispered into my ear, “that I believe you are as innocent as I myself. It is outrageous30, this trial. They compelled me to testify. But you must understand that I am sure of your innocence31. I don’t know why they hushed me up.”
Meanwhile the captain of police had succeeded him, and sworn to having visited the scene of the crime and to having placed the prisoner under arrest.
“Captain,” said the district-attorney, “here is a key. Have you seen it before?” handing a key to the witness.
“I have,” was the reply.
“Tell us when and where.”
“I took it from the prisoner on the morning of his arrest.”
“What further can you say about it?”
“Subsequently it was identified as a key to the apartments occupied by the deceased.”
“Did you try it yourself?”
“I did. It fitted the lock.”
“How is this?” Epstein asked me. “How did you come by that key?”
“I’m sure I don’t know,” I answered. “I don’t remember ever having had it in my possession.”
“But it is an ugly circumstance, and must be accounted for.”
“Oh, what difference does it make?” I retorted petulantly32. “Leave me alone.”
“A few little trifles like this may make the difference of your neck,” muttered Epstein, and he looked disturbed.
“Captain,” continued the district-attorney, “just one thing more. Do you recognize this handkerchief?”
“Yes; it was found in the pocket of the prisoner when he was searched at the station-house.”
My lawyer got hold of the handkerchief and exhibited it to me. It was stained dull brown. “This is blood,” he said. “How did it happen?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t an idea,” was the utmost I could respond. Epstein looked more uneasy than before.
“That’s enough, Captain,” said the prosecutor.
“But before you leave the stand,” put in Epstein, “kindly tell us what the prisoner’s conduct was from the time you took charge of the premises33 down to the time you locked him up.”
“At first he acted as though he was crazy; raved34 and carried on like a madman. Afterward35 he became quiet and sort of dull. At the station-house he fainted away.”
“Didn’t act as though he liked it—as though the death of Miss Pathzuol was a thing that pleased him?”
“No, sir; on the contrary. He acted as though it had been a great shock to him.”
“You can go.”
Next came a physician.
He said he was a police-surgeon. At about nine o’clock on the morning of July 13th he had been summoned to the house of the decedent; had examined the body and satisfied himself as to the mode of death. There were three separate knife-wounds. These he proceeded to describe in technical language. Not one of them could have been self-inflicted; any one of them was sufficient to have caused immediate9 death.
“Dr. Merrill,” inquired the prosecutor, “how long—how many hours—prior to your arrival must the crime have been perpetrated?”
“From seven to ten hours.”
“So that—?”
“So that the crime must have been perpetrated between eleven and two o’clock.”
“Good.—Now, Doctor, here is a handkerchief which the captain says he took from the prisoner on the morning of his arrest. Do you recognize it?”
“I do.”
“Go on—what about it?”
“It was submitted to me for chemical analysis—to analyze36 the substance, with which it is discolored.”
“And you found?”
“I found that it was stained with blood,”
“Human blood?”
“Precisely.”
“About how long had it been shed? Did its condition indicate?”
“From its condition when submitted to me—that is, at about noon on the 13th—I inferred that it had been shed not much less nor much more than twelve hours.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” said the lawyer. To Epstein, “Your witness.”
“One moment, Doctor,” said Epstein. Turning to me, “You can give no explanation of this circumstance?” he whispered.—“None,” I answered.—To the witness, “Doctor, blood may be shed in divers37 ways, may it not? This blood on the handkerchief, for instance—it might have come from—say, a nose-bleed, eh?”
The surgeon smiled, hesitated, then replied, “Possibly, though not probably. Its quality is rather that of blood from a wound than that of blood from congested capillaries38. But it is quite possible.”
“You can go, Doctor.”—To me, “Are you sure you didn’t have a nose-bleed on the night in question?”
“I know nothing at all about it.”
The next witness was a woman.
She said she was the janitress of the apartment-house, No.—East Fifty-first street. It was a portion of her duty as such to open the street-door when the bell was rung. On the evening of July 12th, she had opened the door and admitted the prisoner between seven and eight o’clock.
“Can you say at what hour the prisoner left the house?”
“Yes, sir, I can. It was a warm night, and me and my husband were seated out on the stoop for the sake of the breeze till late. Mr. Neuman went out a little before twelve o’clock.”
“He entered between seven and eight. He left at about midnight. Now, meanwhile, whom else did you admit?”
“No one at all. From half past seven until midnight no one went in except Mr. Neuman.”
“Was not that a somewhat unusual circumstance?”
“Most extraordinary. Me and my husband spoke39 about it at the time.”
“You can swear positively40 on this score?”
“Yes, because we staid on the stoop the whole evening and not a soul could have passed us without our seeing.”
“Are there any other means of ingress to the house of which you have charge than the street door?”
“Yes, sir; the basement-door and the scuttle-door in the roof.”
“What was their condition on the night of the 12th of July?”
“They were locked and bolted.”
“What was their condition on the morning of the 13th?”
“At six o’clock when I opened the house they were still locked and bolted.”
“Meantime could they have been unlocked?”
“No, because I carried the keys in my pocket.”
“Now, what are the means of ingress to the flat occupied by Mr. Tikulski?”
“The door that opens from his private hall into the outer hall of the house.”
“Any other?”
“No, your honor.”
“Do you recognize this key?” handing to the witness the key that the officer had identified.
“I do, sir.”
“Well?”
“It’s a key to Mr. Tikulski’s door?”
Here befell a pause, during which the jurymen shifted in their seats and the prosecutor consulted with his colleague. In a moment he resumed.
“Now, Mrs. Marshall, you have testified that the prisoner at the bar, Ernest Neuman, left the house, No.—East Fifty-first street, shortly before midnight on the 12th of July. Your memory on this point is entirely41 trustworthy?”
“It is, sir.”
“Very well. Did you notice his movements after that?”
“I did, sir.”
“Tell us what they were.”
“Well, sir, he crossed over the street and stood on the sidewalk under a lamp-post looking up at the front of the house toward Mr. Tikulski’s windows, and then—”
“For how long?”
“I couldn’t tell exactly, but maybe for the time it would take you to walk around the block.”
“For five minutes?”
“Yes, or more likely for ten.”
“And then—?”
“Well, and then, as I was saying, he marched straight away toward the avenue.”
“Toward what avenue?”
“Toward Second avenue.”
“And disappeared?”
“And disappeared.”
“Did you see any thing more of him that night?”
“I did, sir.”
“When and under what circumstances?”
“In about a quarter of an hour, your honor, Mr. Neuman he comes back and stands leaning up against the railing across the way; and pretty soon crosses over and goes past us without speaking a word and enters the house, the door being open, and goes up the stairs.” My lawyer turned sharply to me. “Is this true?” he whispered. “No, it is entirely false,” I answered. But I did not care.
“This,” resumed the district-attorney, “was at about what hour?”
“Sure, you can reckon it for yourself, sir. It was a little after twelve.”
“Very good. Now, at what hour did you shut up the house?”
“It was after one o’clock.”
“Had the prisoner meantime gone out?”
“He had not.”
“So that consecutively42 from the moment of his re毛ntrance to the hour of your closing up, he was in the house?”
“He was, sir.”
“Meanwhile, who else had entered?”
“Two of the tenants43, Mr. and Mrs.————, the tenants of the first flat.”
“Any one else?”
“No one else.”
“That will do, Mrs. Marshall.”
My lawyer cross-questioned her for an hour. His utmost art was powerless to shake her. She reiterated44 absolutely and word for word what she had already sworn to.
“John Marshall!” called the prosecutor.
It was the husband of the janitress. He confirmed her story, and like her, was impregnable to Epstein’s assaults.
“That’s our case, your honor,” said the district-attorney to the judge.
“Then we will adjourn45 until to-morrow,” replied the latter.
I was handcuffed and led back to the Tombs, a crowd following. Epstein joined me in my cell.
“How about that key?” he demanded.
“I know nothing about it.”
“How about the blood on your handkerchief?”
“I don’t remember. Perhaps, as you suggested, I had a nose-bleed.”
“You are sure you did not reenter the house?”
“Yes, I am sure of that. I went straight home and to bed.”
“Then the Marshalls have lied out and out?”
“They have.”
“Will you take the stand?”
“What for?”
“Why, to defend, to exonerate46 yourself.”
“No.”
“I feared as much. My friend, your life depends upon it.”
“What do I care for my life?”
“But your good name—you cherish your good name, do you not?’
“No,” I replied, stubbornly.
He attempted to plead, to reason with me. “No, no, no,” I insisted. He went his way.
“Your honor,” he said next day in court, “I ask that the jury be directed to render a verdict of not guilty, on the ground that the prosecution has failed to show any motive48 on the part of my client for the crime of which he is accused. Where the evidence is wholly circumstantial, as in the present case, a failure to show motive is fatal.”
“I shall not hamper49 the jury,” said the judge. “They must decide the case on its merits.” Epstein called, “Mrs. Burrows50.” My landlady took the witness-chair and testified to my excellent character. He called a handful more to testify to the same thing; then said, “I am ready to sum up, your honor.”
“Do so,” replied the Court.
Epstein spoke shortly and quietly. I remember his argument word for word; yet I was not conscious of attending to it at the time.
He said, “We are not prepared to contest the matters of fact alleged51 by the prosecution, nor to deny that their bearing is against my client. That Mr. Neuman was in Miss Pathzuol’s company on the night of July 12th, and that the next morning a blood-stained handkerchief and a key to Mr. Tikulski’s door were taken from his pocket, we admit. We will even admit that these circumstances are of a sort to cast suspicion upon him: all that we claim is that they are not sufficient to confirm that suspicion and make it certainty. It is the liberty, perhaps the life, of a human being which you have at your disposal. No matter how dark the shadow over him may be, if you can entertain a reasonable doubt of his guilt47, you must acquit52. And, putting it to you in all simplicity53 and sincerity54, I ask: Does not the evidence offered by the prosecution leave room for a reasonable doubt? Is it not possible that some other hand than Neuman’s dealt the blows by which Veronika Pathzuol met her death? If such a possibility exists, you must give Neuman the benefit of it; you must acquit. Consider his good character; consider that he was the betrothed of the lady whose murderer they would make him out to be; consider that absolutely no trace of motive has been brought home to him; consider that on the contrary he was the one man who above all others most desired that she might live; consider these matters, and then decide whether in reasonableness his guilt is not in doubt. Remember that it is not sufficient that there should be a presumption55 against him. Remember that there must be proof. Remember also what a grave duty yours is, and how grave the consequences, should you send an innocent man to the gallows56.
“Only one word more. I had naturally intended to place my client upon the stand, and let him justify57 himself by his own word of mouth. But, unfortunately, I am not able to do so, because morally and physically58 he is prostrated59 and unfitted for sustaining the strain of an examination. But after all, if you will for a moment imagine yourselves in Mr. Neuman’s position, you can conceive that his defense60 must necessarily be of a passive, not of an active, kind. In his position what could you say? Why, only that you were ignorant of the whole transaction, and innocent despite appearances, and as much at loss for a solution of the mystery involving it as his honor himself. This is what Neuman would say were he able to go upon the stand. But one thing more he would say. He would impugn61 the veracity62 of the Marshalls. He would maintain that they lied in toto when they swore to his second entrance. He would tell you that when he left the house in Fifty-first street at midnight, he went directly home and to his bed, and that he returned no more until the next morning. And he would leave you to choose between his story and that of Mr. and Mrs. Marshall. My opponent will ask, ‘Why not prove an alibi, then?’ Because, when Mr. Neuman returned to his lodging-house late that night, every body, as might have been expected, was asleep. He encountered no one in the hall or on the stairs. He mounted straight to his own bed-chamber and went to bed.
“I trust the matter to your discretion63. I am sure that you will weigh it carefully and conscientiously64. You will realize that the life of a fellow man hangs upon your verdict, and you will deliberate well, if there be not, on the whole, a reasonable doubt in his favor. You will, I am confident, in no uncertain mind consign65 Ernest Neuman to the grave of a felon66.” The district-attorney’s address was florid and rhetorical. It lasted about two hours. He resumed the evidence. He said that an ordinary process of elimination67 would suffice to fasten the guilt upon the prisoner at the bar. The gist68 of his argument was that as Neuman had been the only person in the victim’s company at the time of the commission of the crime, he was consequently the only person who by a physical possibility could be guilty. He warned the jury against allowing their sympathies to interfere69 with their judgment70, and read at length from a law book respecting the value of circumstantial proof. He ridiculed71 Epstein’s impeachment72 of the Marshalls, and added that even without their testimony the doctor’s story and the police-captain’s story, coupled with my own “eloquent silence,” were conclusive73. It was the obvious duty of the jury to convict.
The judge delivered his charge, dealing74 with the legal aspect of the case.
Epstein rose again. “I request your honor,” he said, “to charge that in the event of the jurymen finding that there is a reasonable doubt in Neuman’s favor, they must acquit.”
“I so charge,” assented75 the judge.
“I request your honor,” Epstein continued, “to charge that if the jurymen consider the fact of no motive having been shown, sufficient to establish a reasonable doubt of the defendant’s guilt, they must acquit.”
“I so charge you, gentlemen,” said the judge.
The jurymen filed out of the room. The judge left the bench. It was now about four in the afternoon. Half an hour passed. The court-room began to empty. Another half hour passed. Only the court attendants, Epstein, the district-attorney’s colleague, and the prisoner remained. One of the attendants held a whispered conference with Epstein: then said to me, “There is no prospect76 of a speedy agreement. Come.” I rose, followed him to the rear of the room, and was locked up in the prisoner’s pen.
It got dark. I sat still in the dark and waited. The stupor bound my faculties like a frost.
It had been dark many hours when the door of the pen swung open. The same attendant again said, “Come.”
The court-room was lighted by a few feeble gas jets. The judge sat on the bench. The district-attorney was laughing and chatting with him. Epstein said, “For God’s sake, summon all your strength. They have agreed.”
The jurymen entered in single file, took their places, settled themselves in their chairs. The judge and the prosecutor suspended their pleasantries. The clerk cleared his throat. There was a second of dead silence. Then, “Prisoner, stand up,” called the clerk.
I stood up.
“Prisoner, look you upon the jury. Jury, look you upon the prisoner,” the clerk cried, machine-like.
In the murky77 light of the gas I could have gathered nothing from the faces of the jurymen, even had I been concerned to do so.
“Gentlemen of the jury, have you agreed upon a verdict?” the metallic78 voice of the clerk rang out.
The foreman rose. “We have,” he answered.
“How say you, do you find the prisoner at the bar guilty or not guilty of the offense79 for which he stands indicted?”
“Not guilty,” said the foreman.
Epstein grasped my hand and crunched80 it hard. His own was clammy. He did not speak.
“Gentlemen of the jury, you say you find the prisoner at the bar not guilty of homicide in the first degree, and so your verdict stands recorded. Neuman, you are discharged.” It was the clerk’s last word.
I quitted the court-room, a free man. I was as indifferent to my freedom as I had been to my peril81. There was no consciousness of relief in my breast.
Epstein stood at my elbow. “You must be weak and faint,” he said. “Come with me.”
He led me through the silent streets and into a restaurant.
“This is an all-night place,” he said, with an attempt at cheerfulness, “and much frequented by journalists. What will you have?”
“I am not hungry,” I answered.
“Oh, but you must take something,” he urged with a touch of ruefulness, “just a bite to celebrate our victory.”
I drank a cup of coffee. When we were again out-doors, Epstein cried, “Why, see; it is beginning to get light. Morning already.” A fresh wind blew in our faces, and the blackness of the sky was giving place to gray. “I must leave you now,” said Epstein, “and hurry home. Where will you go?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I replied. “I’ll stroll about for a while. Good-by.”
“Good-by.”
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