Children's stories; Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Christmas -- Juvenile fiction
The sound of that burst of laughter from the dining-room reached the
tea-drinkers, but did not prove infectious. The housekeeper shook her
head and moaned audibly, whilst Ellen remarked that it quite made her
shudder to hear it. It was like a person laughing with a rope round his
neck!
The justices' room at Greystone was crowded on the Monday morning, and
there was a full attendance of magistrates. Everybody wanted "to hear
Squire Savell tried," but, owing to want of space, only a few were
gratified.
The case was stated. The lawyer for the Crown expatiated on the gravity
of the offence. Frith's evidence was taken, and confirmed by one or two
other very reluctant witnesses. There could be no doubt that the squire
had committed the offence with which he was charged.
But Frith had to submit to cross-examination, and managed to say that
he believed Mr. Savell had no idea of the risk he was incurring, as he
had been permitted to open the bags by his own predecessor in office,
Mr. Joynson.
"Was there ever a complaint that letters were lost at Overford?"
"Never in my time, or, I believe, before," said Frith.
"Did you remonstrate with Mr. Savell? And if so, how did he act?"
Frith looked distressed, but replied, "I did speak to him, but he
laughed, and before I could interpose, he again opened the bag and
took out a letter. I was angry, and spoke sharply, and, being annoyed,
I wrote strongly too. I should like to say that I have no doubt my
predecessor's remissness encouraged Mr. Savell in the belief that there
could be no harm in his opening the bag and taking out his own letters."
I doubt if there was one individual present who wished that Norman
might suffer for his fault, beyond a fine or reprimand, and many
approving looks were turned on Frith, for it was known that the young
squire had set his authority at naught.
Norman refused to employ his lawyer, saying he could tell a plain tale
without help. When called on for his defence, he frankly admitted his
fault, and repeated his apology to Frith in public.
"I can say nothing in excuse for my offence," he added, "beyond what
the principal witness has already suggested—namely, that I had been
so long permitted to transgress that I no longer realized that I was
transgressing the law. I was in the wrong, however, and must abide the
consequences."
"Do you really wish to press this charge?" asked the presiding
magistrate of the inspector. "If so, we have no alternative but to
commit, and we have ascertained how severe is the penalty the law
imposes."
"I have no present alternative," replied Mr. Fisher. "I am here in
my official capacity, and must report to my chief. If you remand
Mr. Savell until, say, Thursday, I will report progress, make a
recommendation, and act according to further instructions."
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