“Now what sort of person was this Mr Durnford? Just describe him.”
“A very nice, pleasant-spoken gentleman, and quite the gentleman,” and then the loquacious one launched into a voluminous description of the stranger, which made the audience laugh and the judge knit his brows and mutter impatiently.
“How long did he stay at ‘The Silver Fleece’?”
“Rather over a fortnight, sir.”
“Have you ever seen him since?”
“No, sir.”
“But if you did you would know him again—in a moment?”
“Oh, yes, sir.”
“Now look at the accused.”
Grainger complied. The eyes of the witness and the prisoner met. In those of the latter there was indifference—in those of the former there was no recognition.