"Prisoner at the bar, are you guilty or not guilty of the crimes with which you stand indicted?"
Potts, who stood pale and trembling and clutching the rails in front of the dock, replied earnestly though informally:
"Not guilty, upon my soul, my lords and gentlemen, before Heaven, and as I hope for salvation."
And overpowered by fear, he sank down on the narrow bench at the back of the dock.
The trial proceeded.
Queen"s Counsel, Mr. James Stuart, took the indictment from the hands of his a.s.sistant, and proceeded to open it with a short, pithy address to the judges and the jury, and closed by requesting that Alexander McRath, house-steward of Castle Lone, in the service of the deceased, should be called.
The venerable, gray-haired old Scot, being duly called, came forward and took the stand.
Mr. McIntosh, a.s.sistant Queen"s Counsel, conducted his examination.
Being duly sworn, Alexander McRath testified as to the facts within his own knowledge relating to the case, and which have already been laid before our readers--briefly, they referred to the finding of the dead body of the late Sir Lemuel Levison in his bed-chamber, to which no one except his confidential valet, the prisoner at the bar, had a pa.s.s-key, or could have gained admittance during the night.
The witness was cross-examined by Mr. Keir of the counsel for the prisoner, but without having his testimony weakened.
Other domestic servants were called, who corroborated the evidence given by the last one as to the finding of the dead body, and the intimate and confidential relations which had subsisted between the deceased and the prisoner at the bar, who always carried a pa.s.s-key to his master"s private apartments.
Then the boy, Ferguson, a saddler"s apprentice from the village of Lone, was called to the stand; and being sworn and examined, testified to the meeting and the conspiracy at midnight before the murder, under the balcony, near Malcolm"s Tower, at Castle Lone, to which he had been an eye and ear-witness.
This witness was subjected to a very severe cross-examination, which rather developed and strengthened his testimony than otherwise.
McNeil, the ticket agent of the railway station at Lone, was next called, sworn, and examined. He testified to having sold a ticket just after midnight on the night of the murder to a vailed woman, who carried a small but very heavy leathern bag, which she guarded with jealous care.
His description corresponded with that given by young Ferguson of the vailed woman, and the bag he had seen given to her by the balcony at Castle Lone on the same night.
This witness, also, was sharply cross-examined without effect.
"Now, my lords and gentlemen of the jury," began Queen"s Counsel Stuart, speaking more gravely than he had ever done before, "I shall proceed to call a witness whose testimony will a.s.suredly fix the deep guilt in the case we are trying where it justly belongs. Let Rose Cameron be placed upon the stand."
There was a great sensation in the court-room. The dense crowd was stirred with emotion as thick forest leaves are stirred with the wind.
"Silence in the court!" called out the crier.
And silence fell like a pall upon the crowd.
A door was opened on the left of the Judge"s Bench, and the handsome Highland girl was led in by a sheriff"s officer. She was dressed in a dark-blue merino suit, with a black felt hat and blue feather to match, and dark-blue gloves. Her long light hair flowed down her shoulders, a cataract of gold. She stepped with an elastic and imperial step as natural to her as to the reindeer. A very Juno of stately beauty she seemed as she rolled her large, fearless eyes over the crowded court-room, until, at length, they fell on the form of the young Duke of Hereward, seated on a front seat.
She started and flushed. Then recovered herself, caught his eyes, and fixed them with her bold, steady gaze, smiled a vindictive, deadly smile, and so pa.s.sed with stately steps to her place on the witness stand.
CHAPTER XXIII.
A STARTLING CHARGE.
The Duke of Hereward was quite unable to account for the look of vindictive and deadly hatred and malice cast on him by Rose Cameron. He could only suppose that she mistook him for some one else, or that she unreasonably resented his active share in the prosecution of the search for the murderers of Sir Lemuel Levison.
He sat back in his seat and watched her while she stepped upon the witness-stand and turned to face the jury.
Every pair of eyes in the court-room were also fixed upon her. For it was believed that she had been an accomplice in the murder, as well as in the robbery, at Castle Lone, and that she had turned Queen"s evidence in order to escape the extreme penalty of the law. And all there who looked upon her were as much dazzled by her wondrous beauty, as appalled by her awful guilt.
The Clerk of the Court administered the oath. The a.s.sistant Queen"s Counsel proceeded to examine her.
"Your name is Rose Cameron?"
"Na! I"m nae Rose Cameron. I"m Rose Scott, and an honest, married woman,"
said the witness, turning a baleful look upon the Duke of Hereward, and letting her large, bold, blue eyes rove defiantly, triumphantly over the sea of human faces turned toward her. She never blenched a bit under the fire of glances fixed upon her. These glances would have pierced like spears any finer and more sensitive spirit. They never seemed to touch hers.
"What a handsome quean it is!" said some.
"What a diabolical malignity there is in her looks. Eh, sirs! The vera cut of her "ee wad convict her, handsome as she is!" whispered another.
"Ay, she looks as if she could ha ta"en a hand in the murther as well as in the robbery," muttered a third. And so on.
These comments were made in so low a tone that they did not in the least disturb the decorum of the court.
"Your name is Rose Scott, then?" proceeded Counsellor Keir.
"Ay, it is."
"What is your age?"
"Twenty-six come next Michael-mas."
"Your residence?"
"Are ye meaning my hame?"
"Yes, your home."
"I dinna just ken. It used to be Ben Lone on the Duk" o Harewood"s estate, when I waur a la.s.s. Sin I hae been a guid wife I hae bided in Westminster Road, Lunnun."
At the mention of Westminster Road, the Duke of Hereward started slightly, and bent forward to give closer attention to the words of the witness.
"With whom did you live in Westminster Road?" proceeded the examiner.
"Wi" my ain guid man, ye daft fule!" exclaimed Rose Cameron, in a rage.
"Wha else suld I bide wi"? And noo, ye"ll speer nae mair questions anent my ain preevit life, for I"ll nae answer any sic. A woman maunna gie testimony in open coort against her ain husband, I"m thinking."
"Certainly not."
"Sae I thocht!" said Rose Cameron, cunningly. "And sae ye"ll speer nae mair questions anent my ain preevit affair; but just keep ye to the point, and it please ye! I am here to tell all I ken anent the murther and robbery at Castle Lone! Ay! and I will tell a" hang wha" it may!" she added, with a most vindictive glare at the Duke of Hereward.