"No, your Honour."
"Where is the boundary?"
"The glen is the boundary—the western side of it, Sir."
"How near to the western boundary are the nearest houses in the next parish?"
"Four hundred yards, perhaps."
"How many of them are there?"
"Fifteen or twenty, your Honour."
"Yet, though you visited the prisoner's home, which was half-a-mile from the Clagh-ny-Dooiney, you did not visit—you were not told to visit—the fifteen or twenty houses which were only four hundred yards away?"
"They were not in my parish, your Honour."
There was audible drawing of breath in court. Fenella, who had been reaching forward, dropped back, and Gell's pale face was smiling.