"Just at that moment the moon had burst from behind the clouds, and enabled me to see distinctly."
"Well, did you observe anything peculiar in the manner or gait of the friar?"
"Yes; after he had passed me some ten paces he halted, as if he were counting money, after which he threw away something that glittered in the moonlight and then walked on. I followed stealthily behind to discover what it was that he had thrown away, when I picked up this."
The witness held up a long silk purse knitted with silver beads.
"Give it to me—so—can you recollect anything else about this friar? Could you manage to catch a glimpse of his face?"
"No, I could not exactly distinguish the features, but——"
"I observed a peculiar patch in his amice over the left shoulder."
"Should you be able to swear to the amice?"
"Aye, that I should, among a thousand."