Other counsel were sitting cheek by jowl with Tommy"s counsel. One of them, turning as Mrs. Tennant entered, looked her keenly up and down.
He was an ugly, mean-looking, colourless, bloodless little man. His robe, or whatever they called the thing he wore, was different to the others--it was of silk. I wondered what he was.
Suddenly there was a stir in court. Somebody appeared like an undertaker"s mute--only he wasn"t a mute--from a door at the back.
"The judge."
Everybody rose to their feet. In waddled the fat little fellow I had seen in the train. He reminded me, somehow, of the comic man in the burlesque. He had on an enormous wig, about sixty yards of what, from where I sat, looked like some sort of scarlet blanketing, and--as if that wasn"t enough!--fur. He presented a dreadful spectacle. Goodness knows that he had a red enough face of his own! They might have put him in white.
There was some rubbish which I did not understand--and did not want to.
It was some time before I could take my eyes off the judge. He was something to stare at. The more I looked at him the more I wondered what they would do if the man was struck with apoplexy. To me the risk of something of the kind, which he seemed to be running, was simply awful.
Then they swore in the jury. Among them were some of the stupidest-looking men I ever saw. If they were married it was a pity they could not have sent their wives, and they themselves have stayed at home. There must have been more sense somewhere in the family.
Then somebody said--
"Bring in Thomas Tennant!"
A hush came over the court. All eyes were turned in one direction. I, alone, did not dare to turn to look. There were movements behind me, then all was still. I noticed that Mrs. Tennant had removed her veil again, and had turned round in her seat and was looking at some one whom I could not see--looking at this some one with a smile.
I knew that she was looking at her husband, and that Tommy was going to be tried for the murder of me.
As I sat there, scarcely daring to breathe, staring straight in front of me, yet seeing nothing, my thick veil obscuring my features, my hands tightly clasping the k.n.o.b of my umbrella, I was experiencing the most singular sensation I had ever known.
It was worse than stage fright, by a deal.
CHAPTER XXIX.
THE TRIAL BEGINS.
I am not able to describe all that took place. To begin with, everything that happened seemed to me for some time to be happening in a dream. When, afterwards, I read the account in the newspapers, it came to me with all the force of novelty.
The fact was that, for ever so long, it was all I could do to prevent myself from swooning and making a scene and spoiling it all.
It seems funny that, after having gone so much out of my way, and taken all that trouble, I should have been such a goose; but I was.
When I begun to have my wits about me I found that the mean-looking little man who had so keenly eyed Mrs. Tennant was making a speech.
Then I understood, not all at once, but by degrees, that he was counsel for the Crown, that he was opening the case for the prosecution, and that, in short, he was Sir Haselton Jardine.
So this was the father of Mr. Townsend"s Dora!
Well, if the daughter in any way resembled the father, I could not say much for Mr. Townsend"s taste.
But the thing was out of the question. I was certain that he did care for her, and it was altogether impossible that he could care for a woman who in any way whatever resembled this shapeless, pulseless, mummified little man. I knew my friend, the gentleman, too well. I felt persuaded that, as regards resemblance, or rather want of resemblance, to her father, Dora Jardine was one of nature"s eccentricities.
It seemed odd when I did begin to come to myself, to notice how the people hung upon every word which the little man was uttering--and they had to hang if they wished to hear. He seemed to be speaking in a whisper. His voice matched his appearance and his size. After one had listened for awhile, however, one began to realise what a singularly penetrating whisper it was. He never raised his voice; he made not the slightest attempt to produce an effect. He spoke as one could fancy a machine might speak, yet each syllable must have been audible to every person there.
And probably his speech, as a whole, produced a strong impression on every one who heard it. I only heard--to understand--the concluding words, but I know that when he sat down I felt as if the first string of the rope which ultimately was to bury the man behind me had been woven before my eyes.
"Call Samuel Parsons!"
Samuel Parsons proved to be a big, shock-headed man of the navvy type.
He was not examined by Sir Haselton Jardine, but by another barrister, who was as big and bl.u.s.tering as Sir Haselton was small and quiet.
Samuel Parsons was a ganger. He had been walking along the up line to his morning"s work, when he saw something lying among the bushes about half-way down the bank. It was a woman. She was dead. He described the position in which she lay, and exactly whereabouts he found her.
Tommy"s counsel asked no questions.
A policeman followed. He had been informed that a woman had been found dead on the line. Went to see her. Described the position in which she lay. Was informed that she had not been touched before he came. She was quite cold. Was well dressed. Her clothes were wet. It had rained earlier in the morning. There was nothing about her to show who she was. Examined her linen later; there were no initials or marks on it of any kind. Her pocket was empty.
Again Tommy"s counsel asked no questions.
A porter came next--Joseph Wilc.o.x. He was examined by Sir Haselton Jardine. Joseph Wilc.o.x was a pleasant-faced young fellow, who gave his evidence with a degree of a.s.surance and an air of conviction which--considering what his evidence was--took me aback. If ever there was a witness who seemed convinced of the truth of his own testimony, Joseph Wilc.o.x was the man. And yet----
Well, this is what his evidence amounted to:--
He was the porter who had shown me into Tommy"s carriage when the train left Brighton. I had not noticed him. Indeed, I remembered nothing at all about him. He declared that he had noticed me particularly. He should have known me again if he had seen me anywhere. Asked what had made him notice me, he said because I had come running up just as the train was starting, and--this with something of a blush--because I was so good-looking. I ought to have blushed, but I did not. Asked to describe me, he gave a pretty glib and pretty clear description of a woman who was not in the least like me.
I wondered what impression Joseph Wilc.o.x"s ideas of my personal appearance made on Tommy. I guessed that they did impress him, because presently a sc.r.a.p of paper was handed from the dock to the counsel in front.
Asked if he had seen me since, he said that he had. He had gone to East Grinstead, and had seen me in the mortuary, dead. Had he the slightest doubt that the woman he had seen in the mortuary dead was the same woman he had shown into the carriage?
He had no doubt whatever.
He said this with an air which, I am persuaded, impressed every one who heard him with the conviction that there was no doubt.
I wondered what Mr. Wilc.o.x"s feelings would be if he ever came to learn that he had done his utmost to hang a man by the utterance of as great a lie as ever yet was told.
Sir Haselton then asked him if he had noticed if there was any one in the carriage into which he had shown me. There was--a gentleman. He had occasion to notice him because he had been leaning out of the carriage window talking to two other gentlemen who had come, apparently, to see him off.
"Should you know him again?"
"I should." Mr. Wilc.o.x pointed towards the dock. "This is the gentleman."
"You are certain of that?"
"I am quite certain."
As Sir Haselton sat down I felt as if he had woven another strand.
Tommy"s counsel rose.
I found out afterwards that his name was Bates, M.P., Q.C. He was tall, well-built, grey-headed. His wig suited him. He had a bold, clear voice, and a trick of standing with one hand under the skirt of his gown and the other pointed towards the witness.
"You appear to have noticed this unfortunate woman very closely, Mr.
Wilc.o.x. Can you tell us something else which you noticed about her?"