Of Scotland Yardxx-xx-xx xxx Scalesof Justiceaka Robert Wood

I suppose you often wondered if innocent men ever had, and if guilty men are ever set free, but have you considered how delicate are the scales of justice upon how little the balance sometimes depends, those cases in which after the last moment the verdict of the jury is in doubt, and yet the difference between guilty and not guilty means life or death to the

man who stands in the rock. On what does that difference depend? Apart from the obvious factors of course. That depends upon the degree of council's conviction of its tianciness, the ability of the prosecution of the attempts, the attraction or aversion of the jury to the man in the dock, or perhaps the judge's breakfast on the day of the trial.

Let us consider the case of Robert Wood, the Shabbagian key of ethics, as somebody called it. This was brought to the old Bailey forty years ago because of a little sketch he drew on a personal.

But doodling is, don't you, most of it to it, I'm drawing one while I'm talking. He draw peculiar designs on a fluffing path. But Robert Wood being an artist drew much better doodles than you or I.

In fact, some of them turned into actual sketches. Robert Wood was a super doodler. He doodled in the dark. It is noon on September 12, 1900, and such, a Thursday. Bertram Shaw, a young railway cook who lived in Canton town London, is returning from night duty on the railway.

He has just called on his mother, and with her, he is now proceeding to his fanta 29th and Paul's road. They don't speak very much, but his mother notices something odd in the young man's behavior.