"The second difficulty in the case," resumed Prescott, "is as to the latchkey. As I have explained, there were only three keys in existence so far as the prosecution have been able to discover. These will all be produced before you. One was found in the pocket of the deceased"s dress, the other was never out of the possession of the witness Simons, the third was on the prisoner"s person when she was arrested.
One of these keys, therefore, must have been used in the latch that night, and must have been used with such carelessness or ignorance--it is for you to say which"--[again the jury tried to look as if they were prepared to say which, and again they broke down]--"that the latch was raised too high, and stuck. Now, here I must draw your attention to a very important circ.u.mstance. The person who entered the house last, whether the prisoner or anyone else, and who fastened up the front-door as it was found by the witness Lucy Jones the following morning, that person must, for some reason or other, have failed to notice the condition of the latch. She, if we a.s.sume it was the prisoner, must be supposed to have been so agitated from some cause that she failed to notice what she was doing when she raised the latch with her key, and failed again to notice how the latch was caught when she proceeded to fasten the door inside.
"Gentlemen, it is for you to ask yourselves whether a reasonable explanation, an explanation that will justify you in coming to an adverse verdict in this case, is furnished by the suggestion that the prisoner"s mind was excited by the crime she had just committed to such an extent as to deprive her of the power of observing these things."
At this point Mr. F. J. Pollard began to be aware that his leader was not pressing the case very vigorously. He looked round at his brother in the solicitors" seat behind. That gentleman looked extremely angry.
He had noticed something curious in his counsel"s manner from the first. He now leant over and whispered to his brother:
"What"s the matter with Prescott? I can"t make him out. He talks as if he were the judge summing up, instead of the counsel for the prosecution."
Mr. Pollard, the barrister, shrugged his shoulders and bit his lip. He could do nothing. It was not for him to offer advice to his leader. A man of Mr. Prescott"s standing was not likely to tolerate any interference from a young fellow just called.
But the offender proceeded to cap his misdeeds by a new suggestion, which had never occurred to either of the Pollards. It had been noted down long ago by Tressamer, though.
"The third difficulty in this case, gentlemen, is one which has doubtless been present to your minds all the time I have been speaking."
This time the jury made a desperate effort to conceal their astonishment, and to look as if they perfectly well knew what was coming. But no one was deceived.
"I refer to the disposal of the body. On this point we have exactly two pieces of evidence. A young woman like the prisoner was seen walking in the direction of Newton Bay, about midnight, by the witness Evan Thomas. On the following afternoon the severed hand was discovered on the beach of Newton Bay by a visitor.
"How did it get there? It is for you to say. On behalf of the Crown, it is my duty to suggest to you that the prisoner in the dock may have carried the result of her crime to that distant spot, in several journeys, one of which happened to be seen. I must put it to you that piece by piece she accomplished her revolting task, and that she sought to hide the traces of her guilt in the sea. If you think that a rational and likely course of circ.u.mstances, no doubt you will say so.
"Gentlemen, I have done. I trust I have not detained you at undue length over this case, which must strike you as one of the most grave and difficult that could well come before a court of justice. I shall now, with the a.s.sistance of my learned friend, put the evidence before you. If you are left in any doubt after hearing it, and, after hearing the prisoner"s defence, if you feel that there are mysteries in the case which have not been properly explained, and difficulties which have not been fully met, then you will, I feel sure, be only too glad to acquit the prisoner of this dreadful charge. But if, on the other hand, you are fully and entirely satisfied, if you feel no doubt whatever--of course, I mean no reasonable doubt--you will, I am equally sure, do your painful duty by returning a verdict of guilty."
The barrister sat down, and his junior, who had listened impatiently to the close of the speech, at once started up, and called out:
"John Lewis!"
And now, for the first time, Charles Prescott ventured to look towards the dock. After the first involuntary glance at Eleanor"s entrance, he had steadily kept his eyes averted. During the whole of his address, which took up nearly an hour, he never once looked round. He was afraid to trust himself. That one brief glance had revived the memories of old with an added force which almost overwhelmed him.
Yet he was not what would be called an emotional man. His was one of those natures which maintain a seeming coldness under all circ.u.mstances, but which often conceal in their depths a strength of pa.s.sion and devotion compared to which the fiery outbreaks of others are mere "sound and fury, signifying nothing." And now this hidden force was stirred. It held him in its grasp, and his whole being shook and quivered to its centre.
Not love at first sight, for he had seen her before. Yet love, awakening suddenly as he looked upon her in the full bloom of opening womanhood, surrounded by a halo of suffering, and peril, and mystery, the fated victim of an accusation which he would not believe and could not disprove. This it was that overpowered him; this it was that led to that feeble, halting advocacy which surprised all who heard it.
They could not recognise the keen, trenchant Prescott who had made such a name for himself on the circuit. The Pollards were the only ones there who resented it, but they were by no means the only ones to be puzzled at the change.
But Prescott did not easily give way to his feelings. The sense of duty was sufficiently strong in him to keep him from absolute abandonment of his cause. He had gone faithfully through the case, and he was now preparing to take his part in examining the witnesses.
Pride and professional training a.s.serted themselves, and he stood firm.
At this moment, however, and when he was suffering most acutely, one of those happy accidents which men call good fortune or Providence, according to their dispositions, came to his aid. A solicitor"s clerk hurriedly came into the court and made his way to the barrister"s side. An unforeseen event had occurred. A case in the other court which had been expected to last all day had suddenly come to a settlement by agreement between the parties. The next case on the list was one in which Mr. Prescott was engaged, and engaged by himself, and his immediate presence was called for. Breathing an e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n of thankfulness, he got up, and quickly withdrew, leaving young Pollard to manage the witnesses as best he could.
The judge looked annoyed, and the solicitor Pollard somewhat dismayed, at this sudden disappearance of the leader for the Crown. But young Pollard himself was only too pleased. At last he was to have his chance. He was left captain of the ship. If all went well he might hope to get through the evidence, and have the concluding speech in Prescott"s absence. And his satisfaction was shared by Tressamer.
Tressamer knew his man. For the first time that morning a look of satisfaction crossed his face, and he settled his wig firmly on his head as he prepared to encounter the moving spirit of the prosecution.
And Eleanor? She did not altogether understand what had happened. But she saw that the man who had put the case against her so mildly had now gone out of it altogether, and her heart gave a great beat of joy for the first time since she had parted with George Tressamer two days before the memorable first of June.
CHAPTER VI.
THE WITNESSES.
"John Lewis!"
A dark, big man stepped into the box, frowning heavily around him. The oath was administered, and then Mr. Pollard commenced in the approved style.
"Your name is John Lewis, and you are now living at The Shrubbery, Porthstone?"
"Yes."
"That"s where the murder was committed?" interrupted the judge.
"Yes, my lord. The witness inherited it under Miss Lewis"s will."
The Judge: "Have you lived there ever since?"
Witness: "Yes, my lord."
The Judge (after a pause, during which Mr. Pollard waits impatiently): "Go on, Mr. Pollard. What are you keeping us for?"
Mr. Pollard: "I beg your lordship"s pardon." To witness: "You are the nephew of the deceased, and have just returned from Australia?"
"Yes; I came back to my aunt."
"After making some money out there, I believe?"
_"I object!"_
This interruption, it need not be said, came from Tressamer. He had risen to his feet, and put on that scowl of scornful indignation with which an experienced counsel knows how to daunt a young beginner and make him feel he has committed himself.
"My lord, my friend cannot prove that, and if he could it cannot possibly be evidence against the prisoner. It is a most improper question."
The Judge looked a little puzzled.
"It is irrelevant," he said, "and I won"t allow it if you object. In a case like this we can"t be too strict, of course."
Mr. Pollard began to realize that greatness has its snares as well as its triumphs. He tried to get back on to the track.
"You went to see the deceased on the first of June?"
"I did."
"And you came away----"
Here the barrister"s brother leant over and handed him a slip of paper. He took it and read it, turned red, and, trying to appear as if he had not been prompted, put the question contained in the slip of paper:
"Was anything said about the jewels?"