“So would any one else.”
“They would, but in a very different way.”
“His cross-examination will amount to nothing, in spite of the time it wasted.”
“Will it not, though? That is all you know of a sentimental jury of your countrymen.”
“His attack on the police was monstrous, and he had no right to put questions in the form he did.”
“So thought Weekes, so thought Bow-wow, but he put them all the same. And what is more, the foreman of the jury, a highly respectable greengrocer, took cognizance.”
“Well, where does his amazingness come in? She only answered ‘yes’ to everything.”
“Had he wanted her to answer ‘no’ to everything she would have done so.”
“Of course she would. Everybody could see that.”
“Yes, dear boy, and what does he do? Our young friend takes the liberty of inventing every one of his facts as he goes along. All that about her dealings with the police and the murdered man coming from her native village was so much fiction. It was a marvellous piece of improvisation.”