Cool & Lam 15 - Beware the Curves

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    “Hale buried the gun someplace. After he learned Ansel had admitted throwing his weapon out of the window, Hale dug up the murder weapon he’d used and planted it in the hedge where it would be found. Then he said Mrs. Endicott buried it.
    “We can’t prove it, and we don’t dare to try. Hale is a reputable banker now. He’s used the capital he acquired to put himself across. He’s a big toad in a small puddle. The district attorney has thrown the mantle of respectability over Hale’s shoulders. He’s the key witness for the prosecution. If you tried to prove he was the murderer, the jury would bring in a verdict of first-degree murder against Ansel . Then you couldn’t do a damn thing about it. By fighting the case along this line, the worst they can give Ansel is manslaughter .“
    “They can put him in state’s prison for ten years for manslaughter,” Quinn said gloomily.
    “Maybe,” I said.

CHAPTER 24 …

    It was eight-seventeen when the jury announced it had a verdict.
    The jury came filing into Court. Some of the women had obviously been weeping.
    The foreman of the jury, a grim- visaged , weatherbeaten rancher, announced to the Court that a verdict had been reached.
    The Court went through the usual formalities, and the verdict was read. The jury found the defendant guilty of manslaughter.
    The foreman of the jury cleared his throat. “May I be heard, Your Honor ?”
    “What is it?” the Court asked.
    “The jurors unanimously expressed sympathy with the defendant but they felt that, under the law, it was necessary to convict him of manslaughter.”
    “Very well,” the Court said. “The verdict of the jury is received, and the jurors are discharged. Do counsel wish to set a date for sentencing at this time?”
    Quinn said, “Just a moment, Your Honor .”
    He came over to the rail to confer with me.
    “You have your Penal Code there?” I asked.
    “Yes.”
    I handed him a slip of paper. “All right, read this to the Court.”
    Quinn glanced at the slip of paper. His eyebrows shot up. He looked at the paper again.
    “The Court is waiting, Mr. Quinn,” Judge Lawton said.
    Quinn walked slowly back to the counsel table.
    “If the Court please,” Quinn said, “I feel that it is only fair to state to the Court that in this matter I have had the benefit of advice from Mr. Donald Lam, who has had a legal education. I have just received a document from him which is so startling I feel I must have time to digest it. However, the gist of what I have received is this: that murder is a crime which never outlaws. In other words, a prosecution for murder can be maintained at any time.”
    “There is no question about that, and no need to call that a startling doctrine,” Judge Lawton said.
    “The crime of murder,” Quinn went on with a bow to the Court, “includes the crime of first-degree murder, second-degree murder and manslaughter.
    “Now, however, we come to a very peculiar situation in the law. The crime of manslaughter outlaws within a period of three years. In other words, there can be no prosecution or conviction for manslaughter after a period of three years has elapsed from the date of the crime. Apparently the authorities are uniform on this, and since the defendant has now been convicted of a manslaughter which was perpetrated more than three years ago, the Court has not alternative but to release him.
    “It is, of course, well known that a verdict of manslaughter constitutes an acquittal of murder in the first and murder in the second degree.”
    Judge Lawton looked at the district attorney. He studied Quinn. He looked at me. His forehead was creased in a frown, but I thought there was the trace of a smile at the corners of his mouth.
    “Let me see that memo which was just handed to you, Mr. Quinn,” Judge Lawton asked.
    Quinn brought it up to the bench.
    Judge Lawton ran his hand over his head. He reached for his Codes. He started studying the Penal Code. He looked up some of the decisions.
    “Does the district attorney wish to be heard on this?” he asked Irvine .
    Irvine said, “The district attorney is totally unprepared to argue this matter at this time, Your Honor .”
    “Well,” Judge Lawton said, “there doesn’t seem to be any room for argument. I note on this memo that Mr. Lam refers to the famous case of the so-called Spider Man, who lived for years in the attic of the victim. The defendant in that case was represented by Earl Seeley Wakeman .