" (Number 11 leaned forward and gazed
searchingly into the lawyer's face.) "But alas, no!
Schleswig-Holstein produces a virtue, a loveliness, a nobility
of its own." (Number 11 sat up and proudly expanded his
chest.)
When, after about an hour or more of Schleswig-Holstein the
defendant's counsel surrendered the floor to the district
attorney, the latter found it quite impossible to secure the
slightest attention from the eleventh juror, who seemed to be
spending his time in casting compassionate glances in the
direction of the prisoner. In due course the jury retired,
but had no sooner reached their room and closed the door than
the old Teuton cried, "Dot man iss not guilty!" The other
eleven wrestled with him in vain. He remained impervious to
argument for seventeen hours, declining to discuss the
evidence, and muttering at intervals, "Dot man iss not
guilty!" The other eleven stood unanimously for murder in the
first degree, which was the only logical verdict that could
possibly have been returned upon the evidence.
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