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the Press, soaking up testimony with his sponge of a brain, allowed his bittereyes to rove over the colored balcony, and they met mine. He gave a snort andlooked away.“Jem,” I said, “Mr. Underwood’s seen us.”“That’s okay. He won’t tell Atticus, he’ll just put it on the social side of theTribune.” Jem turned back to Dill, explaining, I suppose, the finer points of thetrial to him, but I wondered what they were. There had been no lengthy debatesbetween Atticus and Mr. Gilmer on any points; Mr. Gilmer seemed to beprosecuting almost reluctantly; witnesses had been led by the nose as asses are,with few objections. But Atticus had once told us that in Judge Taylor’s courtany lawyer who was a strict constructionist on evidence usually wound upreceiving strict instructions from the bench. He distilled this for me to mean thatJudge Taylor might look lazy and operate in his sleep, but he was seldomreversed, and that was the proof of the pudding. Atticus said he was a goodjudge.Presently Judge Taylor returned and climbed into his swivel chair. He took acigar from his vest pocket and examined it thoughtfully. I punched Dill. Havingpassed the judge’s inspection, the cigar suffered a vicious bite. “We come downsometimes to watch him,” I explained. “It’s gonna take him the rest of theafternoon, now. You watch.” Unaware of public scrutiny from above, JudgeTaylor disposed of the severed end by propelling it expertly to his lips andsaying, “Fhluck!” He hit a spittoon so squarely we could hear it slosh. “Bet hewas hell with a spitball,” murmured Dill.As a rule, a recess meant a general exodus, but today people weren’t moving.Even the Idlers who had failed to shame younger men from their seats hadremained standing along the walls. I guess Mr. Heck Tate had reserved thecounty toilet for court officials.Atticus and Mr. Gilmer returned, and Judge Taylor looked at his watch. “It’sgettin‘ on to four,” he said, which was intriguing, as the courthouse clock musthave struck the hour at least twice. I had not heard it or felt its vibrations.“Shall we try to wind up this afternoon?” asked Judge Taylor. “How ‘bout it,Atticus?”“I think we can,” said Atticus.“How many witnesses you got?”“One.”“Well, call him.”
19Thomas Robinson reached around, ran his fingers under his left arm and liftedit. He guided his arm to the Bible and his rubber-like left hand sought contactwith the black binding. As he raised his right hand, the useless one slipped offthe Bible and hit the clerk’s table. He was trying again when Judge Taylorgrowled, “That’ll do, Tom.” Tom took the oath and stepped into the witnesschair. Atticus very quickly induced him to tell us: Tom was twenty-five years ofage; he was married with three children; he had been in trouble with the lawbefore: he once received thirty days for disorderly conduct.“It must have been disorderly,” said Atticus. “What did it consist of?”“Got in a fight with another man, he tried to cut me.”“Did he succeed?”“Yes suh, a little, not enough to hurt. You see, I—” Tom moved his leftshoulder.“Yes,” said Atticus. “You were both convicted?”“Yes suh, I had to serve ‘cause I couldn’t pay the fine. Other fellow paidhis’n.”Dill leaned across me and asked Jem what Atticus was doing. Jem said Atticuswas showing the jury that Tom had nothing to hide.“Were you acquainted with Mayella Violet Ewell?” asked Atticus.“Yes suh, I had to pass her place goin‘ to and from the field every day.”“Whose field?”“I picks for Mr. Link Deas.”“Were you picking cotton in November?”“No suh, I works in his yard fall an‘ wintertime. I works pretty steady for himall year round, he’s got a lot of pecan trees’n things.”“You say you had to pass the Ewell place to get to and from work. Is there anyother way to go?”“No suh, none’s I know of.”
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Thomas Robinson reached around, ran his fingers under his left arm and lifted
it. He guided his arm to the Bible and his rubber-like left hand sought contact
with the black binding. As he raised his right hand, the useless one slipped off
the Bible and hit the clerk’s table. He was trying again when Judge Taylor
growled, “That’ll do, Tom.” Tom took the oath and stepped into the witness
chair. Atticus very quickly induced him to tell us: Tom was twenty-five years of
age; he was married with three children; he had been in trouble with the law
before: he once received thirty days for disorderly conduct.
“It must have been disorderly,” said Atticus. “What did it consist of?”
“Got in a fight with another man, he tried to cut me.”
“Did he succeed?”
“Yes suh, a little, not enough to hurt. You see, I—” Tom moved his left
shoulder.
“Yes,” said Atticus. “You were both convicted?”
“Yes suh, I had to serve ‘cause I couldn’t pay the fine. Other fellow paid
his’n.”
Dill leaned across me and asked Jem what Atticus was doing. Jem said Atticus
was showing the jury that Tom had nothing to hide.
“Were you acquainted with Mayella Violet Ewell?” asked Atticus.
“Yes suh, I had to pass her place goin‘ to and from the field every day.”
“Whose field?”
“I picks for Mr. Link Deas.”
“Were you picking cotton in November?”
“No suh, I works in his yard fall an‘ wintertime. I works pretty steady for him
all year round, he’s got a lot of pecan trees’n things.”
“You say you had to pass the Ewell place to get to and from work. Is there any
other way to go?”
“No suh, none’s I know of.”
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