“My opinion of him is very high.”
“Yes—your opinion of him is very high,” with a significant glance at the jury—“I believe it is, and I believe it ought to be. Now, upon your oath, do you believe that the prisoner at the bar is capable of the theft or robbery imputed to him?”
“I do not!”
“You do not? What did he say when the jewels were found upon him?”
“He refused to surrender them to Mr. Folliard as having no legal claim upon them, and refused, at first, to place them in any hands but Miss Folliard's own; but, on understanding that she was not in—a state to receive them from him, he placed them in mine.”
“Then he considered that they were Miss Folliard's personal property, and not her father's?”
“So it seemed to me from what he said at the time.”
“That will do, sir; you may go down.”
“Alexander Folliard” and the father then made his appearance on the table; he looked about him, with a restless eye, and appeared in a state of great agitation, but it was the agitation of an enraged and revengeful man.
He turned his eyes upon Reilly, and exclaimed with bitterness: “There you are, Willy Reilly, who have stained the reputation of my child, and disgraced her family.”