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tify themselves on that point, os against the evidence of all
these witnesses who have told you that that was blood, and
against the evidence of Doctor Claude Smith, the City Bacte-
iologist of the City of Atlanta, who tells you that through a
chemical analysis he developed the fact that that was blood?

This defense, gentlemen—they have got no defense, they
never have come into close contact in this case, except on the
proposition of abuse and vilification. They circle and flutter
but never light; they grab at varnish and eat’s blood and
rat’s blood and Dufty’s blood, but they never knuckle down
and show this jury that it wasn’t blood; and in view of the
statement of that boy, Mel Stanford, who swept that floor
Friday afternoon, in view of the statement of Mre. Jefferson,
in view of the statement of ‘‘Christopher Columbus’? Bar-
rett, who tells the truth, notwithstanding the fact that he
gets his daily bread out of the coffers of the National Pencil
Company, you know that that was the blood of this innocent
victim of Frank’s lustfal passion.

The defense is uncertain and indistinct on another propo-
sition, they flutter and flurry but never light when it comes
to showing you what hole Jim Conley pushed his victim down.
Did he shoot her back of that staircase back there? No.
Why? Because the dust was thick over it. Because unim-
peached witnesses have shown you it waa nailed down; be-
eause if he had shot her down that hole, the boxes piled
up there to the ceiling would have as effectively concealed
her body as if she had been buried in the grave, for some
days or weeks. Did he shoot her down this other hole in the
Clark Woodenware Compauy’s place of business? Where
even if what Schiff says is true, that they kept the shellac
there, it would nevertheless have concealed her body a longer
time than to put it down there by the dust bin where the
fireman and people were coming in through the back door.
Did this negro, who they say robbed this girl, even if he had
taken the time to write the notes, which, of course, he didn’t
—even after he had knocked her in the head with that
bindgeon, which they tell you had blood on it, and robbed

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