"That," said Gell, in a ringing voice, "is precisely what is suggested."
"What?" cried Bridget, bobbing her poke bonnet across at Gell. "Is it a liar you're making me out? Me, that has known you since you were a loblolly-boy in a jacket?"
The Deemster intervened to pacify the old woman, and then took her in hand himself.
"Bridget," he said, "how far is it from your house on the brews down to the Clagh-ny-Dooiney? Is it three or four hundred yards, think you?"
"Maybe it is. But it's yourself knows as well as I do, your Honour."
"Is your sight still so good that you can see a woman to know her at that distance?"
"Aw, well, not so bad anyway. And then wasn't it as bright as day, Sir?"
"Listen. This court-house is not more than fifteen yards across, and less than ten to any point from the box in which you stand. Do you think you could recognise anybody you know in this audience?"
"Anybody I know? Recognise? Why not, your Honour?"
"You know Cain the constable?"