nage to bring in facts to his disadvantage.
Yates had already damaged him sadly, and Mr. Belcher felt that it would
not do to provoke a re-direct examination. So, after a whispered
colloquy with his counsel, the latter told the witness that he was done
with him. Then Mr. Belcher and his counsel conversed again for some
time, when Mr. Balfour rose and said, addressing the Court:

"The defendant and his counsel evidently need time for consultation,
and, as there is a little preliminary work to be done before I present
another witness, I suggest that the Court take a recess of an hour. In
the meantime, I wish to secure photographic copies of the signatures of
the two autograph letters, and of the four signatures of the assignment.
I ask the Court to place these documents in the keeping of an officer,
to be used for this purpose, in an adjoining room, where I have caused a
photographic apparatus to be placed, and where a skillful operator is
now in waiting. I ask this privilege, as it is essential to a perfect
demonstration of the character of the document on which the decision of
this case must turn."

The Judge acceded to Mr. Balfour's request, both in regard to the recess
and the use of the paper, and the assembly broke up into little knots of
earnest talkers, most of whom manifested no desire to leave the
building.

Mr. Cavendish approached Mr. Balfour, and asked for a private interview.
When they had retired to a lobby, he said: "You are not to take any
advantage of this conversation. I wish to talk in confidence."

"Very well," said Mr. Balfour.

"My client," said Cavendish, "is in a devilish bad box. His principal
witness has run away, his old friends all turn against him, and
circumstantial evidence doesn't befriend him. I have advised him to stop
this suit right here, and make a compromise. No one wants to kill the
General. He's a sharp man, but he is good-natured, and a useful citizen.
He can handle these patents better than Benedict can, and make money
enough for both of them. What could Benedict do if he had the patents in
his hands? He's a simpleton. He's a nobody. Any man capable of carrying
on his business would cheat him out of his eye-teeth."

"I am carrying on his business, myself, just at this time," remarked Mr.
Balfour, seriously.

"That's all right, of course; but you know that you and I can settle
this business better for these men than they can settle it for
themselves."

"I'll be frank wit