This is how the advocate dealt with this little party in his address to the jury:—
"Gentlemen, can't you imagine the scene? Perkins, the lawyer, says to Biddulph, 'Come, now, Mr. Biddulph, you know you have had great experience in cross-examining as a county magistrate at Petty Sessions; now, cross-examine this man firmly, and you'll soon find he knows more than you think. If he's not the man, he's nobody else, you may be quite sure of that. But first of all,' says Perkins, 'what did you know of Roger? That's the first thing; let's start with that.'
"'Oh, not very much,' says Biddulph. 'He stayed at Bath once for a fortnight, while his mother was there.'
"'Pass Mr. Biddulph the champagne,' says Perkins. (Laughter.)
"'Now,' he adds, 'how did you amuse yourselves, eh?'
"'Well,' says Biddulph, 'we used to smoke together at the hotel—the—the—White something it was called.'
"'Did you smoke pipes or cigars?'
"'Well, I remember we had some curious pipes.'
"'Another glass of champagne for Mr. Biddulph,' (More laughter.) 'What sort of pipes?' asks the Claimant; 'death's-head pipes?'
"The magistrate remembered, opened his eyes, and lifted his hands. Thus the amiable magistrate was convinced, although he said, candidly enough, 'I did not recognize him by his features, walk, voice, or twitch in his eye, but I was struck with his recollection of having met me at Bath.' The death's-head pipes settled him.