I know why he won’t defend himself! That has a bearing on the case, hasn’t it? He’s been hurt, he’s been hurt by everybody he met since he came here, principally by me. He’s been the victim of every conniving crook in town. The newspapers pounced on him, made him a target for their feeble humor. I was smarter than the rest of them: I got closer to him, so I could laugh louder. Why shouldn’t he keep quiet, every time he said anything it was twisted around to sound imbecilic! He can thank me for it. I handed the gang a grand laugh. It’s a fitting climax to my sense of humor. Certainly I wrote those articles. I was going to get a raise, a month’s vacation. But I stopped writing them when I found out what he was all about, when I realized how real he was. He could never fit in with our distorted viewpoint, because he’s honest, and sincere, and good. If that man’s crazy, Your Honor, the rest of us belong in straitjackets!
