Felloww was a queer card. He had
studied medicine before the law and
had been exnelled from the medical
school for some prank. He Sad not
the best reputation as a lawyer. He
was fond of tackling dubious cases;
but he won them. Perhaps he was
the .best lawyer Richard could have
" had. At any rate, he struck a stroke
in court which (I was one of the
jurymen) dumbfounded us and ev
erybody. He .produced One-Lamp
' One-Lamp Ike was a local charac
ter, half-witted,' against whom the
worst known was robbery, petty
thieving which had landed him re
peatedly in jail, and had more often
still secured him a thrashing and
The counsel for the state had pro
duced evidence to show that the finger-print
remains through life., Fel-
lowes was cross-examining his last'
"You say that only two cases in a
hundred million are to be -found of
similar thumb markings on different
men," he said. "Are there a hun
dred milliop "finger prints in the
"I don't know," responded the wit
ness testily. . "I haven't counted
them. There are a gpod many."
"Name the two cases in which the
thumb or finger-prints were found to
be the same."
"I "don't know of any two. L be
lieve there are none."
'Then what is your ground for the
statement, that two cases, occur in a
"I suppose that merely means that
it only occurs in an Impossibly largfe
number," reported the witness un
easily. "You admit, then, that you were
speaking loosely?" ,
ul say that there are no two men
in less than a hundred millions with
similar finer or thumb-prints."
"I will call the man known as One
Lamp Ike," said Mr. Fellowes. "
The our Jwas agog( Fellowes
purpose became evident and there
was a breathless silence as he pro
duced a sheet of paper, a pad coated
with lamp-black, or some similar
substance, and a magnifying glass.
"One-Lamp Ike," said Mr. Fel
lowes, "you have never had your finger-prints
"No, your honor," answered the
"You didn't happen to murder Mr.
Halstein, I suppose?" Fellowes con
One-Lamp scratched his head. "I
don't remember of it, sir," he said. "I
was drunk at the time."
".Your memory is not very good, I
"No, your honor."
.It was all the typical corf juror's
patter. Nobody took much notice of
it. We were leaning forward In the
jurybox, while Mr. Fellowes, having
completed his preparations, took
One-Lamp's thumb, stuck it to the
pad and pressed it down hard on the
paper. S '
"Now," he said to the court, "I
claim to show that the last witness
was mistaken, or else that here we
have the two men in a hundred mil
lions with similar thumb-prints. I
submit this evidence to the court
And he handed it up, together with
the reproduction of Richard's thumbr
print and the magnifying glass..
The court looked at it for -fully five
minutes, turning the glass this way
and that. Then he had it submitted
to the jurors. We scanned it There
was no possibility of mistaking that
the two prints were identicaL
"I jjropose, your honor," said Fell ,
lowes, "that the thumb-print of the "
prisoner be taken 'again and super
imposed photographically upon this."
The court adjourned m the great1
est excitement Next i day, when it
reconvened, the two prints were
found to coincide exactly. They had
been magnified a dozen times; the
great web of tracings upon the pa-.
per, looking like a maze, was perfectr-
ly,aUnct There was the one anrj-
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