“I should have done it, I believe, if I had known how you would have heard me—but it's not so easy when every one is against you. I brought it only a few minutes after I found it.”
“Who put such a thing into your head, Louis?” asked Reginald.
Louis checked the answer he had nearly given, and remained silent.
“Were you alone?” said Hamilton. “Were you the only one concerned in this business?”
“I was not alone,” replied Louis, rather proudly; “but I do not mean to say who was with me. He was not to blame for what I did.”
“How so?” asked Hamilton. “Didn't he put it into your head, and help you to do it?”
“You have no right to ask such questions,” said Louis, uneasily. “He came in to help me find Rollin, and—that's all I shall tell you.”
“What, Casson help you to find Rollin!” said Hamilton, quickly. “He wouldn't know the book from a Lexicon.”
“He did, however,” said Louis; then, becoming suddenly conscious, from the intelligent glances exchanged among his judges, of the admission he had made, he turned very red, and exclaimed,
“It's very unfair!”