The woman removed her gloves. Her face as she did so became deathly white, and without a word of warning she fell back, and would have fallen on the witness-table if the crier, who was standing near her, had not caught her in his arms.
There were cries of “Water!” and “Take her out into the air!”
“Perhaps, my lord,” said Mr. Star, “an adjournment of the court would be agreeable, as it is near luncheon time.”
“What do you say to that, Mr. Daunt?” asked the judge.
“May I ask the witness one more question, my lord.”
“Yes.”
“Did you, witness, see that woman’s hand?”
“Yes.”
“Was that the hand that signed the will?”