"You saw the medal in the prisoner's lodging?" resumed the counsel. "When?"
"More than once," replied Rookley, and took up his tale again, and again my excitement died away. I remarked with some curiosity that he made no mention whatever of Mrs. Herbert from first to last, and I remembered how I had noticed before that the story fell into two halves, whereof each seemed complete without the other. He spoke, it is true, of a pretext by which he had lured Herbert to Blackladies, but did not define the pretext, nor did the counsel examine him as to it; while I felt sure that Anthony Herbert would be the last to start that game.
"Now," said the judge, turning to the prisoner, "it is your turn, if you have any questions to ask of the witness."
Herbert gathered up his papers.
"You saw this medal in my lodging?"
"Yes!"
"Do you know the purpose for which I had it there?"
Rookley straightened his shoulders, and facing Herbert, said very deliberately—
"I suppose it was a token which would pass you as trustworthy amongst the Jacobites."
"Did you never see it before you saw it in my lodging?"