"Russell. 'What was it?'
"Pigott (helplessly, great beads of perspiration standing out on his forehead and trickling down his face). 'I cannot tell you. I have no idea.'
"Russell. 'It must have been something far more serious than the letters?'
"Pigott (vacantly). 'Far more serious.'
"Russell (briskly). 'Can you give my Lords any clew of the most indirect kind to what it was?'
"Pigott (in despair). 'I cannot.'
"Russell. 'Or from whom you heard it?'
"Pigott. 'No.'
"Russell. 'Or when you heard it?'