One day I was in court arguing a case before Judge Bassett. Though I liked the man, he exasperated me that day by taking what I thought was a wrong view. I put my point in every light I could; but he wouldn't come round and finally gave the case against me. When I had collected my papers and looked up, he was smiling:
'I shall take this case to the Supreme Court at my own expense", I explained bitterly, "and have your decision reversed."
"If you want to waste your time and money," he remarked pleasantly, "I can't hinder you". I went out of the court and suddenly found Sommerfeld beside me:
"You fought that case very well", he said, "and you'll win it in the Supreme Court, but you shouldn't have told Bassett so, in his own—" "domain", I suggested, and he nodded.
When we got to our floor and I turned towards my office, he said, "Won't you come in and smoke a cigar, I'd like a talk—"
Sommerfeld's cigars were uniformly excellent and I followed him very willingly into his big, quiet office at the back that looked over some empty lots. I was not a bit curious; for a talk with Sommerfeld usually meant a rather silent smoke. This time, however, he had something to say and said it very abruptly:
"Barker's gone," he remarked in the air, and then: "Why shouldn't you come in here and take his place?" 4 As your partner?" I exclaimed. "Sure", he replied, "I'll make out the briefs in the cases as I did for Barker and you'll argue them in court. For instance", he added in his slow way, "there is a decision of the Supreme Court of the State of Ohio that decides your case today almost in your words, and if you