“Rather dark.”

“And there are no lamps in the lane?”

“No. None.”

“And yet you were able to distinguish the features of the stranger?”

“He wasn’t a stranger.”

“How do you know?”

“’Cause I saw his face, and knew him to be Giles Chudley.”

“You must be gifted with wonderful eyesight. Do you mean to say, upon your oath, that the prisoner at the bar was the man?”

“I do. It was none other than he.”

“This you swear most positively?”