"I came here because I wasn't known in the toon, and because I thought I might be able to pick up an odd sax-pence."
"You say you knew Jean Lindsay when she was a girl?"
"Syne I expected her to be my ain sister-in-law, it was very natural that I should," was the reply.
"Do you think you'd know her again if you saw her?"
"I kenned her the moment I saw her in the streets of this toon, not long before Christmas," was the reply.
"You saw her then?"
"Ay, I did. I saw her and recognised her, just as I recognised you. But it took me longer to mak you oot. Although, as you say, you gave me six months in Liverpool, did not, at that time, connect you with my ain hame. But when I saw your picture as large as life in the house where I lodged, I began to put things together. When I saw you in Liverpool you had your big wig on, and your judge's goon, that's what put me off there, I expect. But in your picture you looked more natural, and I said: 'That's the lad who took away my brother Willie's lass.'"
The judge's mind was working quickly by this time, and he saw that the incident might have great possibilities.
"And you say you saw Jean in the streets of Brunford?"
"Ay, I did."