noon
Men who heard it have told me that when he had finished in the whole court no man spoke and no man dared feel guiltless . `` For the moment something -- a section , a cell , a figment , of men 's brains opened -- and in that terrible illuminating instant they saw themselves as they were and what they had let life become . '' They saw something else , or thought they did , saw McGregor a new force for Chicago to reckon with . After the trial one young newspaper man returned to his office and running from desk to desk yelled in the faces of his brother reporters : `` Hell 's out for noon . We 've got a big red-haired Scotch lawyer up here on Van Buren Street that is a kind of a new scourge of the world . Watch the First Ward get it . '' But McGregor never looked at the First Ward .