He came up to the counsel for the accused and handed a card to Mr.
Denham.
That gentleman took it, looked at it, stared at it, changed color, and, without a word of explanation, abruptly rose and left his seat, and followed the note-bearer through the crowd and out of the court-room.
Mr. Berners and Mr. Lytton looked after him in surprise and curiosity.
State"s Attorney Martindale, meanwhile, went on with his argument.
After an absence of about fifteen minutes Mr. Denham returned and resumed his seat beside his senior colleague, Mr. Berners.
He gave no explanation of his abrupt departure and absence, but sat there listening attentively to the speech of the prosecuting attorney and smiling to himself as in silent triumph.
Neither his senior colleague, Mr. Berners, nor his client, Mr. Lytton, interrupted his reflections, considering that it fell to his duty to follow Mr. Martindale"s speech with an opening address for the defense.
At length Mr. Martindale brought his argument to a conclusion by a very brilliant peroration, and sat down, saying that there the prosecution would rest the case.
Mr. Denham, giving his client a rea.s.suring pressure of the hand, and wearing the same strange smile of secret mirth and triumph on his face, arose for the defense. He began by saying:
"Your honor and gentlemen of the jury: The prosecution has favored us with some able speeches, and has produced a host of witnesses to prove the truth of a false and malicious charge brought against our client. We of the defense have no speech to make, and only one witness to call. Let Craven Kyte be put upon the stand and sworn."
CHAPTER L.
ONE SINGLE WITNESS.
This is all true as it is strange; Nay, it is ten times true; for truth is truth To the end of reckoning.
--SHAKESPEARE.
Every one arose and looked around to catch sight of the expected witness.
But no one was so much affected as the accused. He started to his feet on first hearing the name of Craven Kyte, and then dropped back into his chair, pale as marble.
Evidently he had not expected to hear this man called.
In the meantime a little bustle was heard in the bottom of the hall, as of some one pushing his way through the crowd.
And presently Craven Kyte, pale, calm, handsome and well-dressed in clerical black, came forward and entered the witness-box.
He bowed to the presiding judge and stood ready to give in his testimony.
All eyes within range of them turned constantly from the witness on the stand to the prisoner at the bar.
The two men were perfect duplicates of each other.
The oath was administered to the witness.
Mr. Berners conducted the examination.
"Please to state your name and age, the place of your nativity, and all you know of the marriage performed at the Church of St. ----, in the city of Philadelphia, on the fifteenth day of September last, between the hours of twelve and one p. m.," said the counsel.
"My name is Craven Kyte. I am a native of this town. I am twenty-three years of age. I know Mrs. Mary Grey, one of the parties to this marriage. I was engaged to be married to her. On the evening of the fourteenth of September I arrived in Philadelphia, having followed her there at her request. On the morning of the fifteenth I met her by appointment at the art gallery of Bertue Brothers. It was arranged that we should be married on that day. I took a cab and we entered it. At her suggestion I directed the driver to take us to the rectory of the Reverend Mr. Borden. As we drove along she proposed that I should marry her under the name of Alden Lytton."
At these words of the witness there was an immense sensation in the court, breaking forth into murmurs of astonishment and indignation, so that the judge arose in his place and said that order must be observed or he should be obliged to command the clearing of the court-room.
His words produced the proper effect, and the spectators became "as still as mice."
The examination of the witness was resumed.
"You say that Mrs. Mary Grey proposed that you should marry her in the name of Mr. Alden Lytton?"
"Yes. I was very much astonished at the proposal, and expostulated with her about it; but she was in earnest, and at last she made it an absolute condition of my ever getting her at all that I should marry her under the name of Alden Lytton."
"What reason did she give for this singular request?"
"She said she only wanted to play a harmless practical joke upon Miss Cavendish, the betrothed of Mr. Lytton."
"But her joke was so deep and earnest that she made it the only condition upon which she would marry you at all, you say?"
"Yes, sir."
"And did you comply with that condition?"
"Yes, sir. Sooner than lose her I complied with that wicked condition.
It did not seem wicked to me then. It only seemed foolish and purposeless. And, besides, I firmly believe I was half crazy at that time."
"Quite likely," said Mr. Berners, dryly. "What followed?"
"Well, sir, and gentlemen, we drove to the rectory. She took a blank card out of her pocket and with a pencil wrote Mr. Alden Lytton"s name on it, and told me to send that in to the rector as if it were my own.
When I looked at the name on the card, I exclaimed how much it looked like Mr. Lytton"s own handwriting; and she said so much the better."
Again, at these words, a murmur of indignation ran through the court-room, which was, however, instantly suppressed, as every one wished to hear every word uttered by this witness.
He continued:
"I rang the bell at the rectory, and sent the card in by the servant who came to open the door. Presently I was invited into the rector"s study.
He addressed me as Mr. Lytton, and wanted to know how he could serve me.
Then I told him what I had come for. And he consented to perform the marriage ceremony, but said that he must do it in the church, which was just next door to the rectory. I went back to the carriage for Mary--"
"Meaning Mrs. Grey?"
"Yes. But I called her "Mary" then. I went back for her, and brought her into the church, where, under the name of Alden Lytton, I was married to Mary Grey by the Reverend Mr. Borden, in the presence of John Martin, s.e.xton of the parish, and of Sarah Martin, his daughter. A marriage certificate, signed by the minister and witnesses, was then given to Mrs. Grey."
"What happened next?"
"At her request I drove her back to the Blank House, where she had been stopping. She got out at the corner of the street, however, and walked to the house, while I waited in a neighboring reading-room for her return. After an hour"s absence she came back, and we drove to the Asterick, where I had engaged rooms for us both. But she declined staying in town any time, and expressed a wish to go to Havre-de-Grace.
So we only stopped at the Asterick long enough to pay my bill and gather up my effects, and then we took the train for Havre-de-Grace, where we arrived the same afternoon."