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During several moments he allowed the pervading stillness to gather and deepen its impressive effects, then added: "There would seem to be but one way whereby this could happen. I ask these gentlemen Was there collusion? agreement?" A low murmur sifted through the house; its import was, "He's got them both." Billson was not used to emergencies; he sat in a helpless collapse.
Hang it, I think Billson might have looked after things better!” “It sounds queer,” said Welsh, reflectively; “I wonder what it was?” “Confound Billson, he might have told me,” observed the doctor. “But, I say, you know we have something more practical to see to.” “Getting the man out again?” “Yes.” “Well, let’s have a little grub first.”
He stood looking vacantly at first one of the men and then the other, and did not seem to know what to do. The house was stupefied. Lawyer Wilson spoke up now, and said: "I ask the Chair to read the name signed to that paper." That brought the Chair to itself, and it read out the name: "John Wharton Billson." "There!" shouted Billson, "what have you got to say for yourself now?
Billson and Wilson turned and stared at each other. Billson asked, bitingly: "Why do you rise, Mr. Wilson?" "Because I have a right to. Perhaps you will be good enough to explain to the house why you rise." "With great pleasure. Because I wrote that paper." "It is an impudent falsity! I wrote it myself." It was Burgess's turn to be paralysed.
The difference of a single word between the test-remarks offered by Mr. Wilson and Mr. Billson was itself a serious thing, since it indicated that one or the other of these gentlemen had committed a theft " The two men were sitting limp, nerveless, crushed; but at these words both were electrified into movement, and started to get up. "Sit down!" said the Chair, sharply, and they obeyed.
The witnesses for the prosecution were the three young men from McIvor's run, who made the gallant attack upon the gang and captured Gable; Billson, the farmer who had been bailed up in his cart; Hogan, the horseman; the boy Mathieson, the tollman, and the woman, Cox by name.
I inquired, as innocent as a lamb. He looked daggers at me. "See that sandy-haired man in glasses?" he asked, as if to change the subject. "That's Billson, our most prominent undergraduate. We build confidently on Billson's future. You could not do better, Dodd, than follow Billson."
I have a mind, says he, that balances in any direction that the public rekires. That's wot I call a well-balanced mind. I sold out and bid adoo to Billson. He is now an outcast in the State of Vermont. The miser'ble man once played Hamlet.
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