“My lord, I have received—I am indeed only now receiving—intelligence bearing upon this trial, of the most extraordinary nature. I am sure I shall have the indulgence of your lordship and the jury, and that they will credit me with my sincere desire to obtain the truth. Mr. Edgar, I think this witness should belong to you, but as I am in possession of the information, I will examine him.”
Mr. Edgar bowed, scarcely taking his eyes from Seth’s cunning face.
“I reserve all my rights, my lord,” he said.
“Your name is Seth Lee?”
“It is,” said Seth, clearly enough, and as readily, his gaze still fixed on Mr. McAndrew.
“What do you know of this murder?”
“Everything,” came the response.
The crowded court was so still that the ticking of the clock in the corridor could be heard distinctly.
“Do you know the prisoner at the bar?”
“I do. He’s Lord Clydesfold.”