Lank Sir John Simon, his lawyer's wig slightly askew with the vehemence of his summation, faced ten men and two women in the jury box at Old Bailey last week. Said he:
"If you think he was a rogue, you must say he is a rogue—the meanest rogue ever produced in a court of justice; but I ask you to take a different view."
The potential rogue, a white-haired gentleman of 6. ft. 7 in., dressed in a clerical collar, a black-&-white ascot tie and a frock coat of curious cut, looked modestly down his long nose and held his gleaming silk...
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