Without any hesitation at all Sir Robert made his point.
"Do you still persist, Mrs. Admaston, in your statement that your trip to Paris was the result of an accident?"
Peggy was desperate. "My lord—this letter—it is a trap—it must be—a trap——" she wailed.
"Come, Mrs. Admaston," Sir Robert said very sternly; "can you still keep up this farce, this hypocritical farce?"
Suddenly Collingwood jumped up from his place. "My lord, I protest!" he said, in a voice which trembled with indignation.
The judge gave him a keen look as he subsided, muttering to himself.
"You will have an opportunity to-morrow," the judge said, "of showing your sympathy."
"Now, madam, having read that letter——" Sir Robert resumed.
The foreman of the jury rose. "My lord," he said, "the jury would like to see that letter."
"What do you say, Mr. M'Arthur and Mr. Menzies?" asked the judge.