shadow of britain

Chapter 9

Faced with the magistrate's severe questioning, Adam trembled with fright. He glanced at Arthur on the prosecution bench, and then at the magistrate who seemed to be burning all over.

His eyes were full of tears, and he stood there alone, weak and pitiful, but at a loss.

Arthur spoke calmly, his tone was calm and unchanged, as if the speaker was not a human being, but a sophisticated machine.

"Mr. Judge, the police did not use any form of torture to extract a confession. This is clearly stated in the indictment. The defendant Adam Evans accepted his arrest voluntarily and confessed to the crime he committed.

All the interrogation process is carried out under the premise of complying with the internal principles of the police, and can stand the test of you and the general public. "

When Adam heard Arthur speak, he also wept silently while nodding uncontrollably.

He choked up, and said intermittently: "Fa, Mr. Judge, the police did not use any means of torture to extract a confession. I, I confessed to my crime, and the indictment stated it very clearly. Yes, sorry, I am guilty."

The reaction of Arthur and Adam directly angered the magistrate, and made him more convinced of the guess in his heart. He brought up the gavel and slammed it on the front of the case, almost threatening to ask in a growling tone.

"Adam! It's you I'm asking, it's you!

Why do you care what the indictment says!
Why repeat what the police say!

Why should you unconditionally agree with other people's opinions!

Do you know what will happen to you if the police indictment is established?

Your neck will be hung in a noose and you will be condemned to death!
Oh boy, don't be silly!

Do you know where you stand?

I am giving you a chance!

Let you expose the truth to the public, only in this way can you get a fair verdict! "

Adam was so frightened by the furious judge that he couldn't stop crying. He fell to the ground, sobbed and said, "I'm sorry, I'm guilty. Mr. Judge, I'm sorry, I made you angry."

As soon as he finished speaking, a slightly fat middle-aged lady popped up from the jury seat. Like a spring fed up with the pressure, she stood up abruptly and yelled at the judge angrily. accused.

"I don't know the law, and I don't know what the police principles are. But from my standpoint as a mother of three children, you can't yell at a nine-year-old child like that, let alone you are taking the death penalty Threatening him is not only disgraceful, but also immoral! You can't do this to him!"

As soon as the middle-aged lady spoke, it immediately resonated with the mothers present.

They blamed the magistrate and Arthur loudly, complaining why they had to take such a small child to court to suffer, and threatened to go to the Supreme Court after the trial to protest the injustice they received in court.

The justice of the peace knocked them a few times with his gavel, but they couldn't stop their mouths anyway, and it made them curse even louder.

The bailiffs wanted to go up to maintain order, but when they saw these ladies were so righteously indignant, they couldn't help feeling terrified.

Most of the bailiffs are also married, and they all know that it is not wise to reason with a lady who is angry.

What's more, as far as this matter is concerned, they are also inclined to support the ladies.

Before the ladies had finished speaking, the men also began to express their opinions.

The company employee wearing glasses said: "Mr. Judge, if I remember correctly. Adam Evans is only suspected of a crime, and he is far from being convicted. But your tone seems to be Trial a real prisoner. And I think this kid is quite polite, and he behaved decently since he appeared in court. I really find it hard to believe that he will commit a crime."

The big factory mechanic also nodded and said: "This kid named Adam is much better than that troublemaker in my family. The one in my family is two years older than him, but he doesn't know how to say hello when he sees his father. This kid looks like Gentle, if my son is like him, I don't know how much I will have to worry about."

Facing the ineffective bailiffs and the dissatisfied and restless jury, the magistrate had no choice but to beg in a low voice while wiping his sweat with a handkerchief.

"Please, gentlemen and ladies, pay attention to the order of the court. I promise you, I will pay attention to my tone in the future. This is my fault, and I apologize to you."

The ladies rolled their eyes at him when they saw the magistrate's assurance, and sat back in their seats angrily.

The men also shut their mouths of discussion, ready to see if the situation will improve in the future.

The scene was deathly silent, but what wafted in the almost frozen air was the smell of gunpowder.

The court clerk sitting under the judge noticed the winter-like atmosphere at the scene, and he couldn't help but suggested to the judge.

"Sir, I don't think this situation is suitable for continuing the trial. I propose to temporarily adjourn the court for 10 minutes, so that everyone can calm down."

The magistrate hurried down the donkey and said, "In that case, let's adjourn the court for 10 minutes. Ladies, what do you think?"

None of the ladies wanted to talk to the judge. At the critical moment, Mrs. Peel, who knew the justice of the peace, came out to make a rescue.

"No one wants to see things develop like this. Therefore, we respect your decision."

As if the magistrate had received a pardon, he clutched his head and hurriedly prepared to go to the back hall to drink a cup of tea to quench the fire.

And the bailiffs were also preparing to escort little Adam, who was sitting on the ground crying, back to the waiting room.

The ladies of the jury felt their hearts were breaking when they saw him crying like this.

Seeing this, Mrs. Peel couldn't bear to suggest: "Let me stay with him, I know how to calm the child's emotions. Although this may not be in compliance with the rules, if Adam's mood cannot improve, the trial may not be able to continue. "

At this time, how could the magistrate have the guts to say no, even if he showed the slightest reluctance, these ladies would probably tear him alive on the spot.

He nodded and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Mrs. Peel."

The rest of the ladies also asked, "Madam, let me go with you too."

"They're just too much."

"I really can't imagine that this is how the court interrogates!"

"My husband originally wanted the child to study law and become a judge when he grows up. It seems like a bad idea now. If he really learned the law, he might not even recognize his mother in the future."

The magistrate was scolded by the ladies, but he dared not answer a word.

Right now, he just wanted to leave this place of right and wrong quickly.

However, before his ass left the seat, Arthur, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"I'm sorry to delay everyone's precious rest time, but are you willing to sacrifice a short 10 minutes to listen to me?"

Arthur unbuttoned his coat and tuxedo, and put the police uniform and officer's knife on the seat behind him.

He rolled up the tight cuffs of his shirt, propped his two strong arms on both sides of the prosecution seat, and begged everyone wearing only a white shirt.

"I do not speak the following as a Metropolitan Police Constable, nor as a public prosecutor in this case, nor as an executioner who wants to hang little Adam .

But like everyone else, I am just an ordinary London citizen with simple moral concepts and normal value orientation. I know Adam Evans, the defendant in this case, and understand his family status, hobbies, behavior habits and past deeds. My good friend preached to everyone.

Regarding this case and my personal experience over the past six months or so, I would like to have a brief chat with you. "

(End of this chapter)