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No doubt she had been obstinate in her method of giving her testimony, but that might have arisen from an honest resolution on her part not to allow herself to be shaken. The value of her testimony must, however, be judged by the jury themselves. As regarded Kenneby, he must say that the man had been very stupid.
"Well, sir, we're all right," he said, as he shook hands with Mr. Mason of Groby; "there's no screw loose that I can find." "And will that man be able to speak?" Mr. Mason was alluding to John Kenneby. "I think he will, as corroborating the woman Bolster. That's all we shall want. We shall put up the woman first; that is, after I have done. I don't think they'll make much of her, Mr. Mason."
Sir Richard took a long time in extracting it, for he was aware that it would be necessary to give his witness some confidence before he came to his main questions. Even to do this was difficult, for Kenneby would speak in a voice so low that nobody could hear him; and on the second occasion of the judge enjoining him to speak out, he nearly fainted.
And at last it was ruled by the judge that this examination might go on; whereupon both Sir Richard and Mr. Steelyard sat down as though they were perfectly satisfied. Kenneby, on being again asked, said that he did remember the old trial. "It is necessary, you know, that the jury should hear you, and if you look at them and speak to them, they would stand a better chance."
But the effect of the coming scenes upon poor John Kenneby was terrible. It was to him as though for the time they had made of him an Atlas, and compelled him to bear on his weak shoulders the weight of the whole world. Men did talk much about Lady Mason and the coming trial; but to him it seemed as though men talked of nothing else.
"The other letter is from an enemy of mine," said John Kenneby, speaking very solemnly; "an enemy of mine, named Dockwrath, who lives at Hamworth. He's an attorney too." "Dockwrath!" said Moulder. Mr. Kantwise said nothing, but he looked round over his shoulder at Kenneby, and then shut his eyes. "That was the name of the man whom we left in the commercial room at the Bull," said Snengkeld.
While the anticipation of this great trouble was still on her mind, the ring at the bell was heard, and John Kenneby went down to the outer door that he might pay to Mrs. Smiley the attention of waiting upon her up stairs. And up stairs she came, bristling with silk the identical Irish tabinet, perhaps, which had never been turned and conscious of the business which had brought her.
"Don't you go near them, John, if you ain't obliged." And then Kenneby gave his explanation on the matter, telling how in former years, many years ago, he had been a witness in a lawsuit. And then as he told it he sighed, remembering Miriam Usbech, for whose sake he had remained unmarried even to this day.
"And now if you'll just sign that," Dockwrath said to him when he had done. "I don't know about signing," said Kenneby. "A man should never write his own name unless he knows why." "You must sign your own deposition;" and the attorney frowned at him and looked savage.
I only know this, that when a man's used up with business he don't want to have any of that nonsense under his nose." "If you mean me " began John Kenneby. "I don't mean you; of course not; and I don't mean anybody. Here, take my coats, will you? and let me have a pair of slippers. If Mrs. Smiley thinks that I'm going to change my pants, or put myself about for her "
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