"I suppose it's all right," said Kenneby.
"I must trouble you to speak out," said the judge; "I cannot hear you, and it is impossible that the jury should do so." The judge's words were not uncivil, but his voice was harsh, and the only perceptible consequence of the remonstrance was to be seen in the thick drops of perspiration standing on John Kenneby's brow.
"That is the evidence which you gave on the former trial? May the jury presume that you then spoke the truth to the best of your knowledge?"
"I tried to speak the truth, sir."
"You tried to speak the truth? But do you mean to say that you failed?"
"No, I don't think I failed."
"When, therefore, you told the jury that you were nearly sure that you had witnessed three signatures of Sir Joseph's in one day, that was truth?"
"I don't think I ever did."
"Ever did what?"
"Witness three papers in one day."