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Smoothbore had given him a parting nod in sign that he had done with him, Sergeant Balais rose, for the first time, with an uplifted finger, as though, but for that signal of delay, the honest landlord would have fled incontinently, and hanged himself, like another Judas. "You have a daughter, I believe, Mr.
Balais was as brief in speech as he was energetic in action. He began by at once allowing the main facts which the prosecution had proved that the notes had been taken from Trevethick's box, and found in the prisoner's possession, who had been detected in the very act of endeavoring to change them for notes of another banking company. But what he maintained was, that this exchange was not, as Mr.
But the matter on which I went to Gethin having been satisfactorily arranged, we may consider that is all settled. Your counsel has no doubt of being able to establish your innocence, notwithstanding the malice of your enemies." "But what is he like, this Smoothbore?" "Well, the fact is, Richard, we have not got him, but another man, Mr. Balais quite his equal, Mr.
This interrogatory, simple as it was, made her color rise, coming from that unexpected quarter. "Yes, Sir." "He keeps an inn, does he not; the" here Mr. Balais affected to consult his brief, to give her time to recover herself from her modest confusion "the Gethin Castle, I believe?" "Yes, Sir." "The prisoner at the bar has been staying there for some months, has he not?"
Carew's, of Crompton, who is father's landlord." "Just so," said Mr. Balais, with another significant glance at the attentive twelve. "Mr. Trevethick had already discovered that this youth was of a good social position, and likely to prove an excellent match. 'Will you walk into my parlor? said the spider to the fly; 'I have the prettiest daughter that ever you did spy."
If you have any regard for your own interests you will answer it truly; for as sure as " "Is this necessary, Brother Balais?" interrupted the judge, scratching his forehead with his forefinger, and looking up at the sky-light, as though that matter was not satisfactorily settled even yet.
"We are coming to something at last," it seemed to say. A hundred fair faces looked at Mr. Balais who was growing gray and wrinkled, and found every new performance of his pantomime harder and harder as though they could have kissed him, nevertheless. "Yes, gentlemen of the jury, that money was given to him by the prosecutor's daughter with her own hand."
It was a true and tender glance, one would have said, and accompanied by an attempt at a smile of encouragement. But if it had been a glance of a gorgon, it could not have had a more appalling effect; it literally seemed to turn him into stone. "Recollect yourself, Miss Trevethick," said Mr. Balais, earnestly; "you are getting confused, I fear. Now please to give me your attention.
"Then you never had any conversation with the prisoner with reference to your daughter at all?" "Never." Mr. Balais bent down and interchanged a word or two with Mr. Weasel behind him. "Now be so good as to give me your best attention, Mr. Trevethick, for upon my next question more may depend than you may be aware of.
Weasel to advance so large a sum as was required, without security; and he did communicate with Mr. Smoothbore as soon as he had satisfied himself upon that score. He assures me Mr. Balais is quite as clever a counsel. Indeed, I should not have told you of the change, had you not pressed the question so directly." "Tell me all, mother; tell me every thing; I adjure you to keep nothing back.
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