"Very good. We have heard from the counsel for the prosecution that they were so; and that Mr. Trevethick kept a memorandum of them on a piece of paper that fitted into his watch-case. Did he always carry that watch about with him?" "Not always. When he went out to market, and was likely to be late, he sometimes left it at home." "In his own room, I suppose, where you or any body else could get at it?" "I suppose so, Sir." "You _suppose_? You know he did, do you not? Did you not open the watch-case yourself, and so discover the means of unlocking the box?" "No, Sir," said Harry, faintly; and once more she turned her eyes to Richard. It was a true and tender glance, one would have said, and accompanied by an attempt at a smile of encouragement. But if it had been a glance of a gorgon, it could not have had a more appalling effect; it literally seemed to turn him into stone. [Illustration: "COME, DID THE YOUNG GENTLEMAN EVER GIVE YOU A KISS?"] "Recollect yourself, Miss Trevethick," said Mr. Balais, earnestly; "you are getting confused, I fear. Now please to give me your attention. You say that you knew that the letters B, N, Z were those which formed the key of the letter padlock, and yet that you did not open your father's watch-case. How, then, did you become possessed of the secret?" No answer. Harry caught her breath convulsively, and turned deadly pale. She could never tell how Mrs. Yorke had endeavored to suborn her. "Well, well, this is a matter of very little consequence--though I see my learned friend is making a copious note of it," said Mr. Balais, gayly. "The main point is what, as you have told us, did occur--that you found out the secret somehow. When you got it, I suppose you opened the box?" No answer, save from Mr. Smoothbore, who observed, tartly: "You have no right to assume that, Sergeant." "Let the young woman have a glass of water," suggested the kindly judge. "My lord, my lord!" cried Harry, with sudden passion, "he is not guilty. Richard did not mean to steal the money; indeed he did not. He only wished to get possession of it that my father might believe him to be a man of wealth. He did but--" "Endeavor to compose yourself, young woman," interposed the judge. "The learned counsel will only ask what is necessary." "Take your time. Miss Trevethick, take your time," pursued Mr. Balais, in his blandest tones. "The question is, how the prisoner became possessed of this money. Now, tell us, did you not give it him with your own hands?"