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MR. WEEKES, K. C.

It was in no amiable mood that Mr. Weekes went to lunch with his junior. All his arrangements had been spoiled by "the fellow on the other side." Instead of the case being in a stage that would permit him to leave it to devote his afternoon to business in another court, it began to seem that it might be prolonged indefinitely.

"So like a beginner," said the leader to his junior; "must spread himself on the slightest opportunity. When he's been at it as long as we have he'll be wiser. So stupid to waste an hour of valuable time in that way. But, after all, it's a golden rule to expect a beginner to fight a hopeless case. One ought to have known."

"Quite sure it is hopeless, Weekes?" said his junior quietly.

"Why ask the question?" said Mr. Weekes, irritably. "The case is as dead as this mutton."

"Then I am afraid there is a little life in," said Mr. Topott, tasting the mutton ominously. "Waiter, if you don't mind, I'll try the beef."

"That confounded cross-examination—so stupid—so unnecessary—put everybody out," said Mr. Weekes, snappishly, at each mouthful. "Waste of public time—may well want more judges—ought to allow judges more power—better for everybody—save time and money—*