"Yes, m'lord."
"Where were you at the time you saw all this?"
"I was standing in the passage----"
"What passage?"
"The passage between her room and mine."
Mr. Justice Heber relapsed into a meditative silence; and Ronnie, looking across the thirty feet of crowded space which separated him from the hard defiant eyes of Maggie Peterson, rose nervously to his feet.
"You told my learned friend"--the suave tone betrayed no hint of hostility--"that you are a married woman. Are we to understand from that that you and your husband live together?"
"No."
"I take it, then, that you are legally separated----"
"My lord, I protest." Instantly Brunton, too, was on his feet. "My learned friend is not entitled to cross-examine----"