Saunders.—You are attached to him?
Julia.—Ah, that I do.
This burst, intended for poor Alfred, not the court, baffled cross-examination and grammar and everything else. Saunders was wise and generous, and said no more.
Colt cast a glance of triumph, and declined to re-examine. He always let well alone. The judge, however, evinced a desire to trace the fourteen thousand pounds from Calcutta; but Julia could not help him: that mysterious sum had been announced by letter as about to sail, and then no more was heard about it till Alfred accused his father of having it. All endeavours to fill this hiatus failed. However, Julia, observing that in courts material objects affect the mind most, had provided herself with all the pieces de conviction she could find, and she produced her father's empty pocket-book, and said, when he was brought home senseless, this was in his breast-pocket.
“Hand it up to me,” said the judge. He examined it, and said it had been in the water.
“Captain Dodd was wrecked off the French coast,” suggested Mr. Saunders.
“My learned friend had better go into the witness-box, if he means to give evidence,” said Mr. Colt.
“You are very much afraid of a very little truth,” retorted Saunders.
The judge stopped this sham rencontre, by asking the witness whether her father had been wrecked. She said “Yes.”
“And that is how the money was lost,” persisted Saunders.