But he had not shouldered everything, he had not rendered himself liable for that other man's treachery. And yet, at the back of his mind, there was pity, even for Treves. He thought of the man's weakness, of his shattered nerves, of Manners's obvious power over him. Perhaps, even in uttering the truth to these two stern judges, he might put in a good word for Treves.
"The statement I have to make, gentlemen, is an amazing one."
"It will also have to be a brief one," retorted Sir Robert coldly.
"Well, out with it," interposed General Whiston.
John turned towards him.
"I wish to say, sir, that I am not Bernard Treves!"
A flash of anger lit in General Whiston's eyes.
"You say that, despite the fact that I am prepared to identify you as Bernard Treves."
"My statement," returned John, "is, I admit, an amazing one. Nevertheless, it is a fact, gentlemen. My name is Manton."
The Commissioner of Police pulled at his moustache.