Mr. Pollard: Did you ever go to Mr. Barber’s to be photographed?—No, no; I never had a photograph taken in this country except that one.
Mr. Pollard: Except the one that was taken at the fair.
Mr. Pollard (to the Stipendiary): That, you see, is done on glass. That was done at the back of the other.
The Stipendiary: Oh, I see.
The Clerk: There was only one photograph taken then?—Witness: Only one.
The prisoner here put his legs on the table, and the Stipendiary, addressing him, said severely: You must not put your feet on the table.—Prisoner (sharply): All right.
Mr. Pollard (to witness): Did you tell any other person at the time besides your husband of the loss of the photograph from your locket?—I told one of the officers.
That you told us; but anybody else?—No.
Mr. Clegg: Besides, if you did it would not be evidence.
Mr. Pollard: Unless the neighbour was—I do not want to put it in her mouth.