“I have only to add that the photograph you enclose, taken by a Mr. Inglewood, is undoubtedly that of the burglar in question. When I got home that night I looked at his card, and he was inscribed there under the name of Innocent Smith.—Yours faithfully, “John Clement Hawkins.” Moon merely went through the form of glancing at the paper. He knew that the prosecutors could not have invented so heavy a document; that Moses Gould (for one) could no more write like a canon than he could read like one. After handing it back he rose to open the defence on the burglary charge. “We wish,” said Michael, “to give all reasonable facilities to the prosecution; especially as it will save the time of the whole court. The latter object I shall once again pursue by passing over all those points of theory which are so dear to Dr. Pym. I know how they are made. Perjury is a variety of aphasia, leading a man to say one thing instead of another. Forgery is a kind of writer’s cramp, forcing a man to write his uncle’s name instead of his own. Piracy on the high seas is probably a form of sea-sickness. But it is unnecessary for us to inquire into the causes of a fact which we deny. Innocent Smith never did commit burglary at all. “I should like to claim the power permitted by our previous arrangement, and ask the prosecution two or three questions.” Dr. Cyrus Pym closed his eyes to indicate a courteous assent. “In the first place,” continued Moon, “have you the date of Canon Hawkins’s last glimpse of Smith and Percy climbing up the walls and roofs?” “Ho, yus!” called out Gould smartly. “November thirteen, eighteen ninety-one.” “Have you,” continued Moon, “identified the houses in Hoxton up which they climbed?” “Must have been Ladysmith Terrace out of the highroad,” answered Gould with the same clockwork readiness. “Well,” said Michael, cocking an eyebrow at him, “was there any burglary in that terrace that night? Surely you could find that out.” “There may well have been,” said the doctor primly, after a pause, “an unsuccessful one that led to no legalities.” “Another question,” proceeded Michael. “Canon Hawkins, in his blood-and-thunder boyish way, left off at the exciting moment. Why don’t you produce the evidence of the other clergyman, who actually followed the burglar and presumably was present at the crime?” Dr. Pym rose and planted the points of his fingers on the table, as he did when he was specially confident of the clearness of his reply.