By Advice of Counsel

By Advice of Counsel, by Arthur
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Title: By Advice of Counsel
Author: Arthur Train
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[Illustration: At that moment ... Mr. Tutt emerged from behind the jury
box and took his stand at Tony's side.]

By Advice of Counsel
Being Adventures of the Celebrated Firm of
Tutt & Tutt
Attorneys & Counsellors at Law
By
Arthur Train
With Frontispiece
By Arthur William Brown

Published March, 1921

CONTENTS
THE SHYSTER
THE KID AND THE CAMEL
CONTEMPT OF COURT
BY ADVICE OF COUNSEL
"THAT SORT OF WOMAN"
YOU'RE ANOTHER!
BEYOND A REASONABLE DOUBT

The Shyster

Shyster, n. [Origin obscure.] One who does business trickily; a person
without professional honor: used chiefly of lawyers; as, pettifoggers
and shysters.--CENTURY DICTIONARY.
When Terry McGurk hove the brick through the window of Froelich's
butcher shop he did it casually, on general principles, and without any
idea of starting anything. He had strolled unexpectedly round the corner
from his dad's saloon, had seen the row going on between Froelich and
the gang of boys that after school hours used the street in front of the
shop as a ball ground, and had merely seized the opportunity to
vindicate his reputation as a desperado and put one over on the
Dutchman. The fact that he had on a red sweater was the barest
coincidence. Having observed the brick to be accurately pursuing its
proper trajectory he had ducked back round the corner again and
continued upon his way rejoicing. He had not even noticed Tony
Mathusek, who, having accidentally found himself in the midst of the
mêlée, had started to beat a retreat the instant of the crash, and had run
plump into the arms of Officer Delany of the Second. Unfortunately
Tony too was wearing a red sweater.
"I've got you, you young devil!" exulted Delany. "Here's one of 'em,
Froelich!"
"Dot's him! It was a feller mit a red sweater! Dot's the vun who done
it!" shrieked the butcher. "I vill make a gomblaint against him!"
"Come along, you! Quit yer kickin'!" ordered the cop, twisting Tony's
thin arm until he writhed. "You'll identify him, Froelich?"
"Sure! Didn't I see him mit my eyes? He's vun of dem rascals vot drives
all mine gustomers avay mit deir yelling and screaming. You fix it for
me, Bill."
"That's all right," the officer assured him. "I'll fix him good, I will! It's
the reformatory for him. Or, say, you can make a complaint for
malicious mischief."
"Sure! Dot's it! Malicious mischief!" assented the not over-intelligent

tradesman. "Ve'll get rid of him for good, eh?"
"Sure," assented Delany. "Come along, you!"
Tony Mathusek lifted a white face drawn with agony from his tortured
arm.
"Say, mister, you got the wrong feller! I didn't break the window. I was
just comin' from the house--"
"Aw, shut up!" sneered Delany. "Tell that to the judge!"
"Y' ain't goin' to take me to jail?" wailed Tony. "I wasn't with them
boys. I don't belong to that gang."
"Oh, so you belong to a gang, do ye? Well, we don't want no gangsters
round here!" cried the officer with adroit if unscrupulous sophistry.
"Come along now, and keep quiet or it'll be the worse for ye."
"Can't I tell my mother? She'll be lookin' for me. She's an old lady."
"Tell nuthin'. You come along!"
Tony saw all hope fade. He hadn't a chance--even to go to a decent jail!
He had heard all about the horrors of the reformatory. They wouldn't
even let your people visit you on Sundays! And his mother would think
he was run over or murdered. She would go crazy with worry. He didn't
mind on his own account, but his mother-- He loved the old widowed
mother who worked her fingers off to send him to school. And he was
the only one left, now that Peter had been killed in the war. It was too
much. With a sudden twist he tore out of his coat and dashed blindly
down the street. As well might a rabbit hope to escape the claws of a
wildcat. In three bounds Delany had him again, choking him until the
world turned black.
But this is not a story about police brutality, for most cops are not
brutal. Delany