Sir Robert nodded his big head. "We shall hear, no doubt, from Mr.
Collingwood. Am I to take it, then, that you had no knowledge of the fact that your luggage was not registered, and that you had no knowledge of the fact that Mr. Collingwood had already taken rooms for himself and a lady before you left London?"
"I had no knowledge whatever--none at all," Peggy replied with great emphasis.
"And I think you told my learned friend in examination-in-chief that you had no knowledge of the fact that both your bedroom and Mr.
Collingwood"s opened out of the same sitting-room?"
"That is so, Sir Robert."
"I think you telegraphed to Chalons when you got to Paris to tell Lord Ellerdine of your mistake?"
"Mr. Collingwood did so for me."
"And to your husband?"
"No; that was not necessary."
In some subtle, but very real fashion, the atmosphere of the court was becoming more and more charged with excitement. Everybody was sitting perfectly still. All eyes were directed to the slim figure of the girl in the witness-box. The hush was not broken by any sounds, save only that of the great counsel"s voice with its deadly innuendo, its remorseless logic of fact, and the replies of the sweet-voiced girl.
"Why not?" Sir Robert asked, with a deep note of suggestion.
"I did not want to worry him with our silly mistakes," was the answer; and even as she gave it Peggy"s heart sank like lead within her, realising how inadequate and feeble it sounded.
"Did you think that it would annoy your husband to think that you and Mr. Collingwood were alone in Paris?"
"Not a bit," she replied.
"Then why didn"t you tell him? You had nothing to hide?"
"Nothing whatever."
There was a pause. Sir Robert"s face still wore an expectant look. He was obviously waiting for a reply.
It came at length, and every person in the court as they heard it smiled, frowned, or sighed according to their several temperaments.
"I really don"t know why I didn"t tell him."
"Let me suggest a reason. You didn"t tell because you didn"t want him to know?"
"I don"t think that is true," Peggy answered.
"Come, Mrs. Admaston; you heard the evidence of the detective?"
"Yes, I did."
"He has told the jury that when the telephone message came through from your husband you were in the room; that you stayed by and heard the co-respondent tell your husband that Lord Ellerdine was staying at the hotel--a deliberate lie; and that you refused to speak to your husband.
Is that true?"
The answer, the miserable answer, came in the faintest of voices from the box:
"Yes."
And now there was every sign of what the newspapers call a "sensation"
in court. Colonel Adams and Henry Pa.s.she looked at each other significantly. "That"s done for her," Pa.s.she whispered to his friend.
Ladies nudged each other. The reporters wrote furiously. The judge leaned forward a little more over his desk.
"Why did you connive at this lie?"
"I don"t know. Really, I don"t know."
"Why did you refuse to speak to your husband?"
Peggy was silently gazing downwards.
"You have told us that it would not have annoyed your husband to think that you and Mr. Collingwood were alone in Paris."
"Why should it have annoyed him," Peggy answered, "if it were an accident?"
"Exactly!" Sir Robert continued--"if it were an accident. I put it to you that the only fact which made you afraid to speak to your husband was because you knew it was not an accident, and that he had just cause for resentment."
"That is not true," Peggy said, with a little flicker of the spirit she had shown at first.
"I don"t wish to be unfair," said Sir Robert Fyffe--and no man at the Bar was fairer than the famous counsel in his cross-examinations.
"You are not unfair, Sir Robert," Peggy said; "but, oh! it is all unfair."
Sir Robert gave a little sigh, which may or may not have been a genuine expression of feeling, but was probably sincere enough. His duty lay before him, however, and, like some sworn torturer of the Middle Ages, he must pursue it to the end.
"I must press you upon this point," he said. "What made you afraid to tell your husband that you were alone in Paris? What made you agree with Mr. Collingwood, Lord Ellerdine, and Lady Attwill to say that you had not been alone with Mr. Collingwood in Paris?"
"I cannot tell you," Peggy answered. "I was very upset, and really not quite myself."
"Not quite yourself?" followed upon the heels of her answer with lightning rapidity. "Very upset? What had happened to upset you?"
Peggy made a motion--an instinctive motion--as if to free herself from something, something that was slowly but surely tightening round her.
Every one noticed it, every one understood it.
"Nothing," she said at length.
At this there was a ripple of laughter through the court, and cutting in upon it, before it had quite died away, the accusing voice was heard: "Nothing? If that is so, can you give any reason why Lord Ellerdine and Lady Attwill should have connived at this deception?"
"I suppose they thought they were shielding me."
"Shielding you!" Sir Robert cried in mock surprise. "From what? Tell me, Mrs. Admaston," he continued, as Peggy looked round the court helplessly--"tell me, do you think that Lord Ellerdine--he is an old friend?"
"Yes, a dear old friend," Peggy said, glad to be able to say something for a moment which did not tell against her.
"Do you think that Lord Ellerdine and Lady Attwill believed that you were in Paris, by accident?"