"I enjoyed myself very much." "Exactly. And you returned--shall we say, 'happy'?" "If you are suggesting that I was under the influence of drink----" "Answer my question, sir." The Judge interfered. "Either, Mr. Blink, you are suggesting that the witness was under the influence of drink, or I fail to see the point of your questions." Hurriedly counsel agreed, announced magnanimously that he would not pursue the matter, and plunged into a series of causeless and empty inquiries in the hope of stumbling upon an answer with which he might first of all hammer the witness and then erect a defence. His efforts went unrewarded, and behind him in the dock Mr. Morgan ground his teeth with vexation. That he was not getting his friends' money's worth was obvious. He did not expect to get off, but if he could have seen Lyveden discredited he would have taken his gruel with a grin. Venomously he gnawed his fingers.... For the twentieth time counsel drew a bow at a venture. "You're not under notice to leave your present place?" "Yes," said Anthony, "I am." Despite herself, Valerie French started, and the chauffeur at the back of the court stared at the witness wide-eyed. The court, which had almost lost interest, pricked up its ears. Hardly disguising his relief, counsel proceeded to develop the impression in his own time-honoured way. Turning his back upon the witness, he elevated his eyebrows and then smiled very pleasantly upon a ventilator immediately above the jury-box. "Really?" he said. "This is most interesting. Under notice, are you? Dear me.... Why?" "I have given notice myself." "Oh, indeed. Why?" "For private reasons." Counsel appeared to find this answer so highly diverting that after a moment's hesitation the jury joined in his merriment. As the titter subsided-- "I'm afraid," said Mr. Blink apologetically, "I'm afraid I can't take that." Anthony paled. "I wish," he said, "to leave the neighbourhood." "Why?" Anthony hesitated, and the Judge laid down his pen. "Mr. Blink, I don't wish in any way to embarrass you, but can this affect your case?" An expert in impudence, Mr. Blink was well aware of the amazing possibilities of consummate audacity. "My lord," he said solemnly, "my suggestion is that the witness knows considerably more about this burglary than he is willing to admit." The improvised shaft went home. For a moment there was dead silence. Then some one gasped audibly, a breeze of emotion rustled over the court, and the jury leaned forward.... Only the Judge, before him a list of the prisoner's previous convictions, sat like an image. With a spiteful gleam in his eyes, Mr. Morgan moistened his lips. This was more like it. Counsel, now in his element, addressed the witness. "Whence," he demanded dramatically, "whence this sudden desire to make yourself scarce?" Breathlessly the reply was awaited.... None came, however, and counsel took up the running with a dry laugh.