“Why did you lose the case?” I asked.

The lawyer was perplexed and worried for a moment, and I found it in my heart to pity the wretched little creature.  Then he began to whine.  I do believe his whine was congenital.  He was a man beaten at birth.  He whined about the testimony.  The witnesses had given only the evidence that helped the other side.  Not one word could he get out of them that would have helped Jackson.  They knew which side their bread was buttered on.  Jackson was a fool.  He had been brow-beaten and confused by Colonel Ingram.  Colonel Ingram was brilliant at cross-examination.  He had made Jackson answer damaging questions.

“How could his answers be damaging if he had the right on his side?” I demanded.

“What’s right got to do with it?” he demanded back.  “You see all those books.”  He moved his hand over the array of volumes on the walls of his tiny office.  “All my reading and studying of them has taught me that law is one thing and right is another thing.  Ask any lawyer.  You go to Sunday-school to learn what is right.  But you go to those books to learn . . . law.”

“Do you mean to tell me that Jackson had the right on his side and yet was beaten?” I queried tentatively.  “Do you mean to tell me that there is no justice in Judge Caldwell’s court?”

The little lawyer glared at me a moment, and then the belligerence faded out of his face.

“I hadn’t a fair chance,” he began whining again.  “They made a fool out of Jackson and out of me, too.  What chance had I?  Colonel Ingram is a great lawyer.  If he wasn’t great, would he have charge of the law business of the Sierra Mills, of the Erston Land Syndicate, of the Berkeley Consolidated, of the Oakland, San Leandro, and Pleasanton Electric?  He’s a corporation lawyer, and corporation lawyers are not paid for being fools.* What do you think the Sierra Mills alone give him twenty thousand dollars a year for?  Because he’s worth twenty thousand dollars a year to them, that’s what for.  I’m not worth that much.  If I was, I wouldn’t be on the outside, starving and taking cases like Jackson’s.  What do you think I’d have got if I’d won Jackson’s case?”

* The function of the corporation lawyer was to serve, by corrupt methods, the money-grabbing propensities of the corporations.  It is on record that Theodore Roosevelt, at that time President of the United States, said in 1905 A.D., in his address at Harvard Commencement:  “We all know that, as things actually are, many of the most influential and most highly remunerated members of the Bar in every centre of wealth, make it their special task to work out bold and ingenious schemes by which their wealthy clients, individual or corporate, can evade the laws which were made to regulate, in the interests of the public, the uses of great wealth.”

“You’d have robbed him, most probably,” I answered.

“Of course I would,” he cried angrily.  “I’ve got to live, haven’t I?"*