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Middleheath solemnly, "I wish the court to know all the facts on which we rely." The judge bowed his head and waved his gold fountain-pen as an indication that the examination might proceed.
I mean were you called in to attend to his youthful ailments?" "Yes, until he went to school." "And was he a normal and healthy boy?" "Quite." "Did you see him when he returned home recently?" asked Mr. Middleheath, rising to re-examine. "Yes." "You are aware he was discharged from the Army suffering from shell-shock?" "Yes." "And did you notice a marked change in him?" "Very marked indeed.
"There must be a first attack that goes without saying," interposed the judge testily. That concluded the cross-examination. Mr. Middleheath, in re-examination, asked Sir Henry whether foam at the lips was a distinguishing mark of epilepsy. "It generally indicates an epileptic tendency," replied Sir Henry Durwood. At the conclusion of Sir Henry Durwood's evidence Mr.
"That is so," replied the witness. "Is that the case?" asked the judge. "That, my lord, is the case," replied Mr. Middleheath. Sir Herbert Templewood, on behalf of the Crown, proceeded to call rebutting medical evidence to support the Crown contention that the accused was sane and aware of the nature of his acts. The first witness was Dr.
In the ripples of mirth which this judicial sally aroused, the little doctor was permitted to leave the box, and depart for his native obscurity of Twelvetrees. He had served his purpose, so far as Mr. Middleheath was concerned, and Sir Herbert Templewood was too good a sportsman to waste skilful flies on such a small fish, which would do no honour to his bag if hooked.
Middleheath, satisfied that he had "got it in" the jury's ears, "and content myself with asking Dr. Greydon whether, from his own knowledge, Lady Penreath suffered from epilepsy." "Undoubtedly," replied the witness. "One moment," said the judge, looking up from his notes. "Where is this evidence tending, Mr. Middleheath?" "My lord," replied Mr.
Middleheath, as Sir Herbert resumed his seat without pursuing the point. "My aunt would have helped Mr. Penreath if she had known he was in monetary difficulties." "Thank you." Mr. Middleheath sat down, pulling his gown over his shoulders. The witness was leaving the stand when the sharp authoritative voice of the judge stopped her. "Wait a minute, please, I want to get this a little clearer.
Middleheath cross-examined none of the witnesses for the prosecution except the last one, and his forensic restraint was placed on record by the depositions clerk in the exact words of the unvarying formula between bench and bar. "Do you ask anything, Mr. Middleheath?" Mr. Justice Redington would ask, with punctilious politeness, when the Crown Prosecutor sat down after examining a witness.
Having robbed the jury of their self-esteem by this means, Mr. Middleheath would proceed to put them on good terms with themselves again by insinuating in persuasive tones that the case was one calculated to perplex the most astute legal brain.
"Can you conceive this young man, this gallant soldier, this heir to an old and honourable name, with everything in life to look forward to, committing an atrocious murder for £300?" continued Mr. Middleheath. "The traditions of his name and race, his upbringing, his recent gallant career as a soldier, alike forbid the sordid possibility. Moreover, he had no need to commit a crime to obtain money.
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