“Very slightly. In fact, hardly at all.”
“But you were acquainted with General Dorrien?”
A flush rose to Eustace’s face, and he hesitated.
“I can’t exactly say that. But—but—of course I knew him well by sight—and—”
“I can’t hear a word the witness says,” snapped the judge, “and I’m sure the jury can’t.”
“A little louder please, Mr Ingelow. Did you find anything anywhere near the Smugglers’ Ladder?”
“Yes. A piece of silk cord, such as might be used for an eyeglass.”
“The deceased wore an eyeglass?”
“Yes.”
“What did you do with this cord?”