Prisoner. If you and Thomas Hayes speak true, that gives half an hour you were making love with the murderer after he left me. Am I correct?
The witness now saw whither she had been led, and changed her manner: she became sullen, and watched an opportunity to stab.
Prisoner. Had he a mole on his brow?
Ryder. Not that I know of.
Prisoner. Why, where were your eyes, then, when the murderer saluted you at parting?
Ryder's eyes flashed; but she felt her temper tried, and governed it all the more severely. She treated the question with silent contempt.
Prisoner. But you pass for a discreet woman; perhaps you looked modestly down when the assassin saluted you?
Ryder. If he saluted me, perhaps I did.
Prisoner. In that case you could not see his mole; but you must have noticed his shoes. Were these the shoes he wore? Look at them well.
Ryder (after inspecting them). I do not recognise them.