Steaming pork and beans for breakfast on a hot end-of-August morning were a new sensation for Dudley and he had never seen such a smeary, thick cup as the one in which they served him the purple coffee. But he found to his surprise that he was hungry and thoroughly relished his meal.
He was quite cheerful when Officer Delaney appeared to take him before the judge. His fellow prisoner in the courtroom was the now sobered Italian. The judge was old and his skin fit too tightly over his jaw bones. He emitted a slight and unexpected whistle when enunciating words with an "s" sound. Under other circumstances it would have been funny.
The Italian was summoned first and Judge Rossbottom, gazing at the repentant roisterer over ancient silver-rimmed glasses, insulted the eighteenth amendment by fining him $5.00 and letting him go. When it came Dudley's turn to stand before him, the Judge addressed Officer Delaney, "Have you heard anything this morning about the condition of the man who was shot?"
