Colt.—Certainly, my lord. I can call Miss Julia Dodd.
Saunders.—That I need not take the trouble of objecting to.
The judge (with some surprise).—No, Mr. Colt. That will never do. You have examined her, and re-examined her.
I need hardly say Mr. Colt knew very well he could not call Julia Dodd. But he was fighting for seconds now, to get in Skinner. “Call Edward Dodd.”
Edward was sworn, and asked if he knew the late Jane Hardie.
“I knew her well,” said he.
“Is that her handwriting?”
“It is.”
“Where was it written?”
“In my mother's house at Barkington.”