He was frightened, but not so frightened as he would have been in the High Court. Things were more homely, less august. There was no row of counsel, idle and critical. His Honour had not the terrors of Pretyman, J., and counsel for the plaintiff was also young at the job, though not so raw as Arthur. But the really lucky thing was that Mr. Tiddes himself made Arthur furiously angry. He was a young man, underbred but most insufferably conceited; he gave his evidence-in-chief in a jaunty facetious way, evidently wishing to be considered a great buck and very much of a ladies' man. With this air he told how he had spent the Saturday half-holiday--he was in the drapery line--at a cricket-match, had met the young lady--Miss Silcock her name was--by appointment at a tea-shop, had gone with her to a "Cinema," had entertained her to a modest supper, and in her company mounted the 'bus. It was at her own request that he got out, leaving her to go home unattended. His manner conveyed that Miss Silcock's had been a stolen spree. Then came his story of the accident, his physical sufferings, his doctor's bill, and his tailor's account; finally the hard-hearted and uncompromising attitude of the Company was duly exhibited. Arthur rose to cross-examine--the moment of a thousand dreams and fears. "Now, Mr. Tiddes----" he began. "_At_ your service, sir," interposed Mr. Tiddes in jaunty and jocular defiance. "I want to follow you through this very pleasant evening which you seem to have had. I'm sure we're all very sorry that it ended badly." "Very unselfish of _you_ to look at it like that, Mr. Lisle," said His Honour. (Laughter in Court.) Follow Mr. Tiddes he did through every incident of the evening, with a curiosity especially directed towards the refreshments of which Mr. Tiddes had partaken. With subtle cunning he suggested that in such company as he had been privileged to enjoy Mr. Tiddes would be lavish--his hand would know no stint. As a matter of fact, Mr. Tiddes appeared to have done things well. The "tea-shop" sold other commodities, such as a glass of port. Next door to the "Cinema" was a saloon buffet and Mr. Tiddes admitted a visit. At supper they naturally took something--in fact bottled ale for Miss Silcock, and whiskey-and-soda for Mr. Tiddes. "One whiskey and soda?" asked counsel for the defence. "Yes, one," said Mr. Tiddes. "At least I think so. Well--I believe I did have a split, besides." "Split whiskey or split soda?" (Laughter in Court.) His Honour lolled back in his chair, smiling. Evidently he thought somebody a fool, but Arthur could not be sure whether it was himself or Mr. Tiddes. But he did not much care. He had warmed to his work, he had forgotten his fears. He could not bear that Mr. Tiddes should defeat him; it had become a battle between them. Once or twice Mr. Tiddes had winced, as over that 'split'--an arrow in the joints of his harness! He was less jaunty, less facetious.