Look it well over. It is important.—I cannot say.
Was the prisoner living next door to you when he gave you the ring?—Yes.
The attendant surgeon, Mr. Hallam, here went to feel Peace’s pulse, whereupon the prisoner groaned a good deal, and seemed to be very ill. He, however, found his invalid all right, and left him for a time.
Now, then, just look at that letter—that envelope with the writing upon it. Is that your handwriting?—No; it is not my writing.
Did anybody besides you and the prisoner know he had given you a ring?—I don’t know. I guess his daughter knew; at least he said so.
Did you know whether the daughter could write or not?—I don’t know. I guess she could.
Do you know about when that writing was given to you?—No; I can’t remember.
Very well. Now then, listen to me. I am going to read a letter, and you follow me. “I don’t know what train we shall go by. I have a good deal to do this morning. Will see you as soon as I possibly can. I think it would be easier after you move; he won’t watch so. The r—g (meaning the ring) fits the little finger. Many thanks, and love to Jennie. I will tell you what I thought of when I see you about arranging matters. Excuse this scribbling.”
Mr. Clegg: What is the next word—is it “hello?”—I don’t know, I cannot tell.
Now, you admit you have received a ring from him?—Yes; he gave me a ring.