“They do not even resemble,” a thunder-crash of applause followed and the house sprang to its feet, but was quickly repressed by official force and brought to order again. Tom was altering his position every few minutes, now, but none of his changes brought repose nor any small trifle of comfort. When the house’s attention was become fixed once more, Wilson said gravely, indicating the twins with a gesture—
“These men are innocent—I have no further concern with them. [Another outbreak of applause began, but was promptly checked.] We will now proceed to find the guilty. [Tom’s eyes were starting from their sockets—yes, it was a cruel day for the bereaved youth, everybody thought.] We will return to the infant autographs of A and B. I will ask the jury to take these large pantograph facsimilies of A’s marked five months and seven months. Do they tally?”
The foreman responded—
“Perfectly.”
“Now examine this pantograph, taken at eight months, and also marked A. Does it tally with the other two?”
The surprised response was—
“No—they differ widely!”
“You are quite right. Now take these two pantographs of B’s autograph, marked five months and seven months. Do they tally with each other?”
“Yes—perfectly.”
“Take this third pantograph marked B, eight months. Does it tally with B’s other two?”