"State, if you please, Mr. Borden, what you know of Mr. Lytton in regard to this case."
"In the month of September of last year Mr. Lytton came to my house in company with a lady to whom he wished to be married immediately. I conducted the pair into the church and married them there, in the presence of my sexton and his daughter. I registered the marriage in the church books and gave a certificate, signed by myself and the witnesses to the marriage. They then left the church together. I had never seen them before, and I have never seen them since until to-day, when I see and recognize Mr. Lytton, just as I should recognize his bride if I should see her."
"Where is she?" inquired the magistrate.
"Your worship, the lady can be produced at once, to be identified by the witness," said Philip Desmond.
And he wrote on a slip of paper and handed it to a constable, who silently left the room.
Meanwhile Alden Lytton waited with constantly increasing curiosity to find out to whom he had been unconsciously married in the month of September, and in the city of Philadelphia. It flashed upon him suddenly that he had been in Philadelphia about the middle of the last September, and in company with Mary Grey. But he felt certain that he had never gone out with her while there; and he waited with intensely curious interest to hear how they could possibly make out a case against him.
Presently the door opened and the constable returned, bringing with him a gracefully-moving woman, dressed in black and deeply veiled.
"Your worship, this is the true wife of the accused, produced here to be identified by the witness," said Mr. Desmond, taking the hand of the lady and leading her to the table.
"Will you be so good as to raise your veil, ma'am?" requested the magistrate.
The lady lifted the black veil and threw it behind her head, revealing the beautiful face of Mary Grey.