‘Had you ever heard anything like it before? I mean, did they or did they not sound familiar in spite of this heaviness?’
‘No, my lord; I don’t remember.’
‘Did you go downstairs again?’
‘No, sir.’
The judge turned round to the jury with complacency, and smiled as if to say, ‘You see, gentlemen, how it can be done by one who knows how.’ Then he asked the counsel:
‘Now, Mr. Pollard, do you want anything more from this witness?’
‘No, my lord, thank you.’
He sat down, feeling considerably the worse for his experience, and Tressamer got up.
He looked severely at the young woman for some seconds, and then suddenly asked her:
‘Why do you dislike Miss Owen?’