Clouds of Witness1972

Lord Peter Wimsey:
Well, I think we can say we've made some progress. Even if it's a bit on the negative side.

Sir Impey Biggs:
Negative? Exactly! By heaven, negative indeed! Have you the faintest idea how seriously your activities have succeeded in damaging the case for the defense?

Lord Peter Wimsey:
Well, that's a nice thing to say, when we've cleared up such a lot of points for you.

Sir Impey Biggs:
I daresay. Points better left muffled up! Light where there was better darkness!

Lord Peter Wimsey:
But damn it, we only want to get at the truth!

Sir Impey Biggs:
Do you? Well, I don't! I don't care tuppence for the truth. I want a case. It doesn't matter to me who killed Cathcart, provided that I can prove that it wasn't Denver. It's really enough if I can throw reasonable doubt that it was Denver. Here's a client who comes to me with a story of a quarrel, a mysterious revolver, a refusal to produce evidence of his statements, and a totally inadequate and idiotic alibi. I arrange to obfuscate the jury with mysterious footprints, a discrepancy as to time, a young woman with a secret, and a general vague suggestion of something between a burglary and a crime passionel. And here you come! Explaining the footprints, exculpating the unknown man, abolishing the discrepancies, clearing up the motives of the young woman, and most carefully throwing back suspicion to where it rested in the first place.

Lord Peter Wimsey:
I always said the professional advocate was the most amoral person on the face of the earth. I'm certain of it now.