“That’s a queer thing now, so it is,” said Joyce.
“It’s true all the same,” said Mr. Madden.
“Do you mean to tell me,” said Joyce, “that his honour, the judge, would go against a man that had done him a good turn in the way of a pair of ducks or the like?”
“That’s exactly what I do mean,” said Mr. Madden. “No judge would stand it. And the one who presides over this court would be even angrier than most of them, so don’t you do it.”
Joyce left Mr. Madden’s office a few minutes later, and tramped home. In spite of the lawyer’s discouraging view of the case he seemed fairly well satisfied.
“How many of them large white dukes have you?” he asked; “how many that’s fit to eat?”
“There’s no more than six left out of the first clutch,” said Mrs. Joyce. “There was eleven hatched out, but sure the rats got the rest of them.” “I’d be glad,” said Joyce, “if you’d fatten them six, and you needn’t spare the yellow meal. It’ll be worth your while to have them as good as you can.”
A month later the case of Joyce v. Flanagan came on in the County Court. Mr. Madden had hammered the original story of the wall, the heifer, the pigs and the potatoes, into shape. It sounded almost plausible as Mr. Madden told it in his opening remarks. But he had very little hopes that it would survive the handling of Mr. Ellis, a young and intelligent lawyer, who was acting for Flanagan. Joyce cheerfully confirmed every detail of the story on oath. He was unshaken by Mr. Ellis’ cross-examination, chiefly because the judge constantly interfered with Mr. Ellis and would not allow him to ask the questions he wanted to ask. Flanagan and his witnesses did their best, but the judge continued to make things as difficult as he could for their lawyer. The matter, when all the evidence was heard, appeared tangled and confused, a result far beyond Mr. Madden’s best expectations. He had feared that the truth might emerge with disconcerting plainness. Then an amazing thing happened. The judge took Joyce’s view of the circumstances and decided in his favour. Mr. Ellis gasped. Flanagan swore audibly and was silenced by a policeman. Joyce left the court with a satisfied smile.
“Well,” said Mr. Madden, a little later, “you’ve won, but I’m damned if I know how it happened. I never went into court with a shakier case.”