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"Yes; at least, some of them." "Have you given the answers that were written down?" "I don't think I have in fact, I am sure I haven't, because, you see " "Ah! you don't think you have." Sir Hector Trumpler smiled significantly at the jury, and continued "Now who wrote down those questions and answers?" "My nephew, Walter Hornby. He thought, you know " "Never mind what he thought.
"Was it possible that there could have been any such marks?" "Quite impossible. I tore it from my memorandum block at the time I wrote upon it." "Very well." Sir Hector Trumpler sat down, and Mr. Anstey stood up to cross-examine the witness. "You have told us, Mr. Hornby," said he, "that you have known the prisoner all his life. Now what estimate have you formed of his character?"
Hornby, and he then offered to allow me to take a print of his left thumb so that his aunt's book should not have to be used in evidence." "How is it, then," asked the judge, "that it has been put in evidence?" "It has been put in by the defence, my lord," said Sir Hector Trumpler. "I see," said the judge.
"Have patience a little longer," I answered. "It will soon be over now." Sir Hector Trumpler was already on his feet and, after bestowing on the jury a stern hypnotic stare, he plunged into his reply with a really admirable air of conviction and sincerity.
Sir Hector Trumpler hastily consulted with the two experts, who were sitting in the attorney's bench, and then replied, without much enthusiasm "We have no objection to offer, my lord." "Then, in that case, I shall direct the expert witnesses to withdraw from the court while the prints are being made." In obedience to the judge's order, Mr.
Then he turned towards the counsel nearest the bench and bowed slightly. The barrister bowed in return and rose, and for the first time I obtained a complete view of Sir Hector Trumpler, K.C., the counsel for the prosecution. His appearance was not prepossessing nor though he was a large man and somewhat florid as to his countenance particularly striking, except for a general air of untidiness.
Mary Axe?" asked Sir Hector Trumpler. "I am." "Did you notice anything unusual on the night of the ninth of March?" "I did not." "Did you make your usual rounds on that occasion?" "Yes. I went all over the premises several times during the night, and the rest of the time I was in a room over the private office." "Who arrived first on the morning of the tenth?" "Mr. Reuben.
At this moment I observed Walter Hornby enter the court and take up a position at the end of our bench nearest the door; and, immediately after, Superintendent Miller came in and seated himself on one of the benches opposite. "The first witness whom I shall call," said Sir Hector Trumpler, "is John Hornby." Mr.
Here the witness produced a number of sheets of paper, each of which was covered with the prints of bloody fingers, and compared them with the memorandum slip. The papers were handed to the judge for his inspection, and Anstey sat down, when Sir Hector Trumpler rose, with a somewhat puzzled expression on his face, to cross-examine.
As to Sir Hector Trumpler, that luminary of British jurisprudence was evidently completely fogged; for, as statement followed statement, he pursed up his lips and his broad, red face became overshadowed by an expression of utter bewilderment. For a few seconds he stared blankly at his witness and then dropped on to his seat with a thump that shook the court.
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