“I do.”
“Is this it?”
“It is, so far as I can judge at this distance.”
“Hand the ring to the witness,” ordered the judge.
The ring was so handed.
He glanced at it, and said bitterly: “I recognise it. It was her engagement ring.”
“Was this ring on her finger that night at the dinner-table?”
“I cannot say, positively, but I believe so. I should have noticed its absence.”
“Why, may I ask?”
For the first time the prisoner flushed and the look he darted at his counsel had the sting of a reproach in it. Yet he answered: “It was the token of an engagement I didn’t believe in or like. I should have hailed any proof that this engagement was off.”