“There is a lady in court,” said Faradeane, in a very low voice, “Mr. Vanley’s daughter—Mrs. Bradstone. Will you do me a favor?”
“I will do anything you ask me, except believe you guilty of this murder, my lord.”
“You will go to her and ask her—beg her to leave the court. I ask it as the last favor I shall ever demand of her; I beg of her, in the name of the friendship which existed between us, to leave the court and go home.”
Mr. Edgar inclined his head.
“I will do as you wish, my lord,” he said; and he left the cell.
If that were possible, the excitement had increased during the luncheon hour, and the crush in and about the court was greater than it had been when the trial commenced.
Olivia, the squire, and Bessie had not left their seats.
Mr. Edgar, when he entered the court, made his way toward them.
“Mr. Vanley, I believe?” he said.
The squire nodded.