"One moment," said the district attorney. "Your occupation and experience give you exceptional training in the study of faces, do they not?"
"Yes, sir."
At this moment Harry Arnold came into the courtroom, attended by a great St. Bernard. The young man had hardly stepped inside the bar, when a deep bark was heard and the dog leaped toward the accused, standing on his hind legs and placing his paws on the wall of the cage, while he licked Robert's hands like a spaniel. Emily was deeply affected and tried to distract Sire's attention, but he had eyes only for his master.
"Down, Sire," said Robert.
Shagarach had paused during the interruption.
"Will you kindly shut your eyes, Mr. Checkerberry?" he now said.
The witness did as requested. Then Shagarach stepped up to Harry Arnold and whispered to him. Harry looked at him oddly. But he shook off the momentary confusion, and, scarcely looking at the witness, exclaimed:
"Am I the man you saw?"
"You are," answered the conductor.
"Open your eyes. Which of these two men spoke to you?" asked Shagarach. Robert stood up beside his cousin. The resemblance was indeed striking. Both were about the same height and both strongly marked with the peculiarities of kindred blood. The conductor turned from one to the other.