THE JUDGE. HOW do you know?
COKESON. Your lordship mustn't ask me that, or I shall have to tell you what I was told—and that'd never do.
THE JUDGE. [Smiling] The office-boy made a statement.
COKESON. Egg-zactly.
FROME. What I want to ask you, Mr. Cokeson, is this. In the course of her appeal to see Falder, did the woman say anything that you specially remember?
COKESON. [Looking at him as if to encourage him to complete the sentence] A leetle more, sir.
FROME. Or did she not?
COKESON. She did. I shouldn't like you to have led me to the answer.
FROME. [With an irritated smile] Will you tell the jury what it was?
COKESON. "It's a matter of life and death."