“Yes.”
“That will do, sir.”
The squire was then about to leave the table, when Mr. Fox addressed him:
“Not yet, Mr. Folliard, if you please; you swear the jewels are yours?”
“I do; to whom else should they belong?”
“Are you of opinion that the prisoner at the bar robbed you of them?”
“I found them in his possession.”
“And you now identify them as the same jewels which you found in his possession?”
“Hang it, haven't I said so before?”
“Pray, Mr. Folliard, keep your temper, if you please, and answer me civilly and as a gentleman. Suffer me to ask you are there any other family jewels in your possession?”