On the following morning, within the precincts of a stuffy,
drab-coloured, malodorous building, which was so seldom visited by
daylight that the gas was already lit, Mr. Octavius Crumpett, looking
grave and perturbed, accepted by the invitation of the presiding
magistrate and a fellow-member of his club, one Mr. Ashmole Pursglove,
C.B., Q.C., a seat on the bench.
The prisoner, worn and pale, was already standing in the dock. Below
him was a solicitor engaged by Mr. James Dodson at the suggestion of
Mr. Octavius Crumpett. Mr. Dodson himself was beside him. A close
observer would have said that his own composure was considerably less
than that of the accused.
The case was of such a trivial character that it was disposed of
immediately. The accused, upon his own confession, was charged with
abstracting the sum of twenty pounds, the property of his employer.
The accused’s solicitor spoke very earnestly as to the excellent
character the prisoner had always borne; he had been seven years in the
prosecutor’s employ; and he insisted upon the fact that the theft would
not have been brought to light had not the accused himself restored
the money and confessed his action. To this the prisoner’s employer
added an earnest request that the unfortunate young man be dealt with
leniently, as he had given every satisfaction to the house of Crumpett
and Hawker, and they had no desire whatever to press the case.
“William Jordan,” said the magistrate, in the tone of a somewhat
petulant male parent, “having regard to the fact that your employer,
whose goodness of heart and philanthropy of disposition are well known,
has himself interceded for you, and having regard also to the fact
that since the commission of your act you appear to have done all in
your power to repair it, I should be inclined to feel that the ends of
justice would be met by a nominal sentence upon you. But unfortunately
I learn that this is not the first occasion upon which you have been
before this court; and as you have already enjoyed what I may say I
am inclined to consider the questionable philanthropy of the First
Offenders’ Act, upon a charge similar to this present, although upon
the former occasion it involved theft from the person, I now feel
that I have no alternative but to deal with you in a salutary manner.
William Jordan, you must go to hard labour for six months.”
The young man stood erectly to receive this sentence. About his lips
was a smile which was proud, humble, yet almost happy.