Then Neil told her all that had happened, and when he described John Bradley's open recognition of his son she smiled proudly and said, "That was like father. If I had been there I would have done the same. It is a long time," she said, looking anxiously at Neil. "Will father soon be home?" "I expected to find him here. I will go to the court now; the trial ought to be over." But complications had arisen in what at first seemed to be a case that proved itself. Harry was not easily managed. He admitted that he had been in America for more than three years, but declared that his father had been totally ignorant of his presence. When asked where he had dwelt and how he had employed himself during that time, he gave to every question the same answer, "I refuse to tell." Then the saddle found in his boat was brought forward, and he was asked from whom he received it and to whom he was taking it. And to both these questions there was the same reply, "I refuse to tell." "It is indisputably a Bradley saddle," said the assistant magistrate, DuBois. "Let John Bradley identify it." Bradley came forward, looked at the saddle, and answered, "I made it; every stitch of it." "For whom? Mr. Bradley?" "I should have few saddles to make if I talked about my patrons in this place. I refuse to tell for whom I made it." "The court can fine you, sir, for contempt of its requests." "I would rather pay the fine than bring my patron's name in question and cause him annoyance." There was considerable legal fencing on this subject, but nothing gained; a parcel also found in the boat was opened and its contents spread out for examination. They consisted of a piece of damasse for a lady's gown, some lace, two pairs of silk stockings, two pairs of gloves, some ribbon, and a fan that had been mended. Everything in this parcel was obviously intended for a woman, but Harry was as obdurately noncommittal as he had been about the saddle. Nothing could be gained by continuing an examination so one-sided, and the next witness called was Captain Quentin Macpherson. He came forward with more than his usual haughty clangor, and was first asked if he had ever seen the prisoner before. "Yes," he answered, "for about half an hour yesterday evening, say, between half-past seven and eight o'clock." "Did you have any conversation with him?" "Very little. When I began to question him about his residence he rose and went away." "Who else was present?" "Miss Bradley and Miss Semple." "Tell the court what occurred when the prisoner left." "Miss Bradley went to the gate with him, Miss Semple remained with me. I noticed that she was anxious, and found my company disagreeable; and suddenly she excused herself and left the room. As she did so a pebble was thrown through the window, it fell at my feet; a note was wrapped round it, and I read the note."