Philip was next sworn. He testified that, on the evening in question, he had seen Harry prowling round the house, just before going up to bed.
“How did you happen to sit up so late?” asked Harry.
“That’s my affair,” replied Philip, haughtily.
“Answer!” thundered the justice, angrily. “No insolence here, sir!”
“I was reading,” said Philip, frightened.
“Did you go into the room where the trunk was?” asked Harry, in his capacity as lawyer.
“Ye-es.”
“Did you open the trunk?”
“No,” answered Philip, nervously.
“I protest against the prisoner’s insolence to my son,” exclaimed Colonel Ross, angrily.