Justice.
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Justice. I was there in the corner of the courtroom and I watched James as he sat in the dock, with a fearful look on his face, showing that he was clearly scared of where he was going to end up, perspiring under the pressure of the courtroom. A lawyer paced forwards and backwards in front of him, the heels of her shoes echoing around the room as she walked. "So Mr. Murdoch, you have no proof as to where you were on the night?" her tone was insistent. "I told you, I was out taking the dog for a walk," James replied nervously. "Yes, of course you were. That is why no one saw you between eight and eleven, and your glove was left at the scene of the murder. How do you explain that Mr. Murdoch?" she was trying her hardest to put James under pressure. "I can't explain it," he stuttered in...


