"It is not true," said Rookley, but in a voice so shaken that it belied the words.
The judge took the medal and examined it.
"I cannot see," he said. "Bring more candles."
The candles were brought; the judge examined the medal, and handed it to the counsel.
"My lord, the jury would like to see it," and the voice was that of the foreman.
How eagerly I watched their faces while they clustered once more about it!
"The marks are there," said the foreman, "as the witness has described them."
"I should know," said I. "I tried to rub them off so often."
"And Jervas Rookley picked it up?" asked Herbert.
"He held it so long, turning it over in his hand, that I had to ask him thrice before ever I could get it back."