"Oh, yes, I understand; but not quite so loud, if you please, sir. It was Mr. Job Throckmorton."
"That will do. If you please, your honor, the state rests here, confident of having proven its case and steadfastly believing in the intelligence of the honorable jury called to pass upon the testimony. Indeed, it is so plain, that I should waste your time with explanations. Having bought the chloroform and sprinkled it about his bed, Throckmorton hid what remained. Through the happy chance of finding the half-filled bottle where he placed it, however, the whole scheme is made clear, and his identity as the robber proven beyond the shadow of a doubt."
Upon Moth's concluding, Mr. Promb arose, and facing the last witness, asked:
"When did Mr. Throckmorton procure this medicine of you?"
"Yes, Mr. Promb. Let me see; in September, I think, or possibly—I do not say positively—in the fore part of October. The books of My House will show."
"Did he say what he wanted it for?"
"I think not; but indeed I might be mistaken in this, it not being thought material in his case, he being a man grown and responsible."
"Did he not say it was for his nephew, who was ill at the Dragon?"
"Ha! I think not, Mr. Promb; but, dear me, I can't be certain, as I have just said."
"That is all. May it please your honor, we should like to have Mr. Seymour recalled"; and upon this being done, Mr. Promb asked: