‘Was anything said about the jewels?’
The judge stared. Tressamer started to his feet in a transport of fury.
‘My lord, my friend is deliberately leading the witness. In a case of murder it is disgraceful!’
‘I agree with you, Mr. Tressamer. Don’t answer that question, sir.’
Thus the judge. Poor young Pollard turned as red as the judge’s robe, and stammered out some apology. His brother mentally swore at him, and every solicitor in court resolved never to give him another brief.
‘Go on, Mr. Pollard; you mustn’t keep us waiting.’
The wretched young man gave a last look at his brief, and closed the examination.
‘And you left about ten o’clock?’
(‘Leading again!’ ejaculated his opponent.)