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"The fastening of the box was not an ordinary lock, I believe. It was what is called a letter padlock?" "Yes, Sir." "Did you ever open it?" "No, Sir." A great bell seemed to be suddenly set tolling in Richard's brain it was the knell of all his hopes. "You had never opened it at that time, eh?" continued Mr. Balais, cheerfully. "But you learned the secret afterward?" "I yes I did."
"The learned counsel will only ask what is necessary." "Take your time. Miss Trevethick, take your time," pursued Mr. Balais, in his blandest tones. "The question is, how the prisoner became possessed of this money. Now, tell us, did you not give it him with your own hands?"
Balais, with emphasis; "though I shall probably have the opportunity of seeing you another time" and he glanced significantly toward the dock "in another place." When Mr. Balais rose again it was to speak for the defense, and he addressed the jury amidst an unbroken silence.
"Nor even suspect it." Mr. Balais smiled, shrugged his shoulders. His principles of oratory were Demosthenean; his motto was "Action, action, action." His. friends on circuit called him the Balais of action. He had had some experience of the depravity of human nature, said the shrug, but this beat every thing, and would be really amusing but for its atrocious infamy. Good Heavens!
Balais, with a wink at the jury; "and they were not all on one side, eh?" No answer. "Some of them were on the other side, were they not? I don't mean on the other cheek, for I have no doubt he was perfectly indifferent as to that." Again there was a little titter. "She is your own witness, Brother Balais," observed his lordship, "but it seems to me you are giving her unnecessary pain."
Richard's feverish eyes were fixed upon her; he knew no God, but here was his spring in the wilderness, his shadow of the great rock in a weary land. As for her, she looked only at the judge, expecting poor little ignoramus that it was he who would question her. "You are the daughter of John Trevethick, of Gethin?" said Mr. Balais.
Balais, significantly, for he was anxious that the jury should catch that answer "'With father and me and Solomon. And who introduced him into the parlor?" "Father brought him first, Sir, on the second day after he came to Gethin." "Father brought him in, did he? Now, that is rather an unusual thing for the landlord of an inn to do, is it not?
The former, with a thick veil over her features, was, indeed, watching him from a corner of the court; but the only face he recognized was that of his attorney, seated immediately behind a man with a wig, whom he rightly concluded to be Mr. Sergeant Balais. There was a sudden silence, following upon the question, "How say you, Richard Yorke, are you guilty of this felony, or not guilty?"
Justice Bantam had his prejudices, but he had a fair and honest mind. "This is a most unlooked-for communication, Brother Balais," said he, doubtfully; "and it is not permitted you to cross-examine upon a point of character." "I am sorry to say, my lud," returned Mr.
Balais, after a hurried conversation with the little attorney, "that my client is not in a position to dispute the evidence just adduced.
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