J.  F.  I said nothing of the kind.

J.  N.  Yes you did, sir.  Those were the very words you said:  I have got it down in my notes of his Grace’s evidence.  What is the use of your denying it, when your own witness gives evidence of it?  Hold your tongue, sir.—­And the workingmen, says the prisoner, must take the matter into their own hands.  Take it into their own hands, gentlemen, and take the matter into their hands.  What matter are they to take into their hands?  Are we justified in thinking that the prisoner was speaking metaphorically?  Gentlemen, I must tell you that the maxim that in weighing evidence you need not go beyond the most direct explanation guides us here; forbids us to think that the prisoner was speaking metaphorically, and compels us to suppose that the matter which is to be in the hands of the workmen, their very hands, gentlemen, is—­what?  Why, (in an awe-struck whisper) the bowels of the owners of the capital, that is of this metropolis—­London!  Nor, gentlemen, are the means whereby those respectable persons, the owners of house property in London, to be disembowelled left doubtful:  the raising of armed men by the million, concealed weapons, and an organisation capable of frustrating the search for them.  Nay, an article in the paper which impudently calls itself (reading the “Commonweal”) the official journal of the Socialist League, written by one Bax, who ought to be standing in the same dock with the prisoner—­an article in which he attacks the sacredness of civilisation—­is murky with the word dynamic or dynamite.  And you must not forget, gentlemen, that the prisoner accepts his responsibility for all these words and deeds.  With the utmost effrontery having pleaded “Not Guilty,” he says, “I am a Socialist and a Revolutionist"!—­Thus much, gentlemen, my duty compels me to lay before you as to the legal character of the evidence.  But you must clearly understand that it rests with you and not with me to decide as to whether the evidence shows this man to be guilty.  It is you, gentlemen of the Jury, who are responsible for the verdict, whatever it may be; and I must be permitted to add that letting this man loose upon society will be a very heavy responsibility for you to accept.

[The Jury consult:  the noise outside increases.

J.  F. (Aside; Hilloa! what is going on?  I begin to think there’s a row up!)

Foreman of the Jury.  My lord, we are agreed upon our verdict.

J.  N.  Do you find the prisoner at the bar “Guilty” or “Not Guilty”?

F. of J.  Guilty, my lord.

J.  F.  Just so.