“Let’s see!” responded Mr. Ebenezer. “I can’t be sure as to a year without reckoning up. A dozen, if not more.”
“And you mean to say that you can swear to Sir Francis Levison being that man, with all these years intervening?”
“I swear that he is the man. I am as positive of his identity as I am of my own.”
“Without having seen him from that time to this?” derisively returned the lawyer. “Nonsense, witness.”
“I did not say that,” returned Mr. Ebenezer.
The court pricked up its ears. “Have you seen him between then and now?” asked one of them.
“Once.”
“Where and when?”
“It was in London, about eighteen months after the period of the trial!”
“What communication had you with him?”