"There was nothing about her which made me suppose that she had."
Mr. Bates sat down. If Tommy had told him that I had had too much to drink he had told as big a story as was ever told.
"Call George Baxendale!"
Mr. Baxendale was the first gentlemanly-looking witness who had appeared in the box; he was also the one who seemed to be least at his ease. He was a tall, fair, slightly built man, with long, drooping moustache, the ends of which he had a nervous trick of twisting. He glanced towards the dock with what he possibly intended to be a friendly smile. The distortion of his visage, however, which actually took place, more strongly resembled a ghastly grin.
He was examined by Sir Haselton's colleague.
"Are you related to the prisoner?"
"I am related to his wife. I am Mrs. Tennant's cousin."
This explained the ghastly grin.
"Do you remember Sunday, the 8th of November?"
"I do."