You will please believe, gentlemen, that her heart had brought her. It is the plain truth. Though Anthony did not know it, he had taken her faith in his hands and torn it across and across. For all that, she loved him still. She had a strange, pathetic longing to see him once more, and the case of "The King against Morgan" had offered her the chance. She had heard of the matter, and knew he must come to court to give his evidence. In such a place she would be able to study him undisturbed, and, most important of all, any speech between them would be safely impossible. A note to the High Sheriff had arranged her admission.... Incidentally, a burst tire on the way from Bell Hammer had almost spoiled everything. As we have seen, however, the ladies were just in time.... "Yes," purred counsel for the Crown. "And then?" "Then the prisoner gave a cry and rushed into the drawing-room." "What did you do?" "I followed him and seized him. When assistance arrived, he was secured, and in the morning he was handed over to the police." With a nod, counsel resumed his seat. Mr. Morgan's representative got upon his feet with a truculent air. As he did so, somebody touched him upon the shoulder, and he turned to see his client leaning out of the dock. With an apologetic smirk at his lordship, the lawyer left his seat.... "What is it? What is it?" he whispered testily. Mr. Morgan breathed into his ear. "This is the swine," he said evilly. "Put it acrost 'im. Arsk 'im----" "You shut yer face," said his adviser. "An' don' try an' teach me my job, or I'll 'ave you in the box." Before this threat Mr. Morgan subsided, muttering. Impatiently counsel for the defence returned to his place. Once there, he adjusted his gown, consulted a blank sheet of paper with some acerbity, and then addressed himself to the witness. "Why did you leave your last place?" Anthony hesitated. Then-- "I was unable to get on with one member of the household," he said. "Were you dismissed?" "I was." "Why?" "As the result of a difference I had." "Come, come, sir. That's no answer." "The son of the house insulted me, and I knocked him down." Such a sensational reply fairly took the wind out of counsel's sails. Amid a stifled murmur of excitement he strove to collect himself. "You--er--assaulted him?" "I did." "Rather hasty, aren't you?" "I don't think so." "We shall see. Now, upon the night in question--the night of the burglary with which my client is charged--where had you been?" "To a private house." "From which you, a footman, return at four in the morning?" "Yes," said Anthony. "Did you have any drinks at the--er, private house?" "I drank some wine." "How many hours were you there?" "About five." "You can drink a good deal in five hours?" "You can," said Anthony. "How many drinks did you have?" "I drank two or three glasses of wine." "What sort of wine?" "Champagne." "In fact, you had a good evening?"