A strange gray look came over Mr. Forster's face.
"I—I believe you are right," he said. "My God! what can this mean?"
"Look now! his face is turned this way! Look!" cried Mr. Macfarlane, eagerly.
"It is he!" cried the lawyer, and he stood like one turned to stone, then recovering himself, he said quickly:
"Why is he here? What is he charged with?"
Mr. Macfarlane whispered into the lawyer's ear:
"With stealing a watch and ring from the room of Count Jules St. Croix."
"Absurd!" was the reply, in accents of the deepest contempt; "what idiotic nonsense! He steal a watch! I could believe myself mad or dreaming."
"Then," said Mr. Macfarlane. "he has pleaded guilty; he has made no defence, engaged no counsel."
"The boy is mad! completely mad!" cried the lawyer.