"A king's scholar, my lord, and senior chorister."
"Were you in St. James's Church on a certain night of last November?" resumed Serjeant Wrangle.
"Yes. On the twentieth."
"For how long? And how came you to be there?"
"I went in to practise on the organ, when afternoon school was over, and some one locked me in. I was there until nearly two in the morning."
"Who locked you in?"
"I did not know then. I afterwards heard that it was one of the senior boys."
"Tell the jury what you saw."
Henry Arkell, amidst the confused scene, so unfamiliar to him, wondered which was the jury. Not knowing, he stood as he had done before, looking alternately at the examining counsel and the judge.
"I went to sleep on the singers' seat in the organ-gallery, and slept until a noise awoke me. I saw two people stealing up the church with a light; they turned into the vestry, and I went softly downstairs and followed them, and stood at the vestry door looking in."