Mr. Chesterton: Nothing was found in the lime except this ring?
Witness: No.
Mr. Chesterton: Thank you.
Witness: I could throw some light on that.
Mr. Chesterton: Your Counsel will no doubt re-examine you. Now, I want to know about this disguise of yours. You told us that it was no new thing to disguise yourself, because you dressed up as a boy in Ceylon. Would you kindly tell me how old you were the last time you did it?
Witness: Thirteen.
Mr. Chesterton: Do you really suggest that a little girl of thirteen dressing up as a little boy—dressing up as a boy of thirteen—is any sort of qualification for a young lady of 21 dressing up as an “old buffer living idly on his means”?
Witness: Yes; the girl is mother to the woman, as the boy is father to the man.
Mr. Chesterton: Well, now, you have told us, Miss Landless, that in dressing up as Datchery, you wore a white wig, blue coat, buff waistcoat, and so on. Did you do anything to your face?
Witness: No.