But Judge Shanks held up a hand. “The law,” he said slowly, “does not merely concern itself with what exists. It concerns itself with what ought to exist. Proceed.”
“Sonny,” he said to Crispin, “that fence ain’t the problem. The problem is that Mr. Hopple buried his dead wife’s jewelry box under the boundary line, and he don’t want Mrs. Bramble’s side of the fence to claim it.” lomp court case
“Exactly,” said Mr. Aldritch. “Which means the jewelry box is full of something else. Something you stole from the old bank when it failed in ’69.” But Judge Shanks held up a hand
“And is the Old Mast Oak still standing?” asked Mrs. Bramble’s lawyer, a young man named Crispin who had graduated from correspondence school. Proceed
“Then the shadow doesn’t exist,” Mr. Hopple’s lawyer—a bulldog of a woman named Mrs. Vex—said sharply. “Case closed.”