Paul Clifford — CompleteLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
General
Paul Clifford — Complete
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
Brigands and robbers -- Fiction
In like manner the colour of one of the horses found in the cavern
corresponded with that rode by the highwayman. On these circumstantial
proofs, aided by the immediate testimony of the king's evidence (that
witness whom he should produce) he rested a case which could, he
averred, leave no doubt on the minds of an impartial jury. Such, briefly
and plainly alleged, made the substance of the details entered into
by the learned counsel, who then proceeded to call his witnesses. The
evidence of Lord Mauleverer (who was staying at Mauleverer Park, which
was within a few miles of--) was short and clear (it was noticed as
a singular circumstance, that at the end of the evidence the prisoner
bowed respectfully to his lordship). The witness of the postilions
and of the valet was no less concise; nor could all the ingenuity
of Clifford's counsel shake any part of their evidence in his
cross-examination. The main witness depended on by the crown was now
summoned, and the solemn countenance of Peter MacGrawler rose on the
eyes of the jury. One look of cold and blighting contempt fell on him
from the eye of the prisoner, who did not again deign to regard him
during the whole of his examination.
The witness of MacGrawler was delivered with a pomposity worthy of
the ex-editor of the “Asinaeum.” Nevertheless, by the skill of Mr.
Dyebright, it was rendered sufficiently clear a story to leave an
impression on the jury damnatory to the interests of the prisoner.
The counsel on the opposite side was not slow in perceiving the ground
acquired by the adverse party; so, clearing his throat, he rose with a
sneering air to the cross-examination.
“So, so,” began Mr. Botheram, putting on a pair of remarkably large
spectacles, wherewith he truculently regarded the witness,--“so, so,
Mr. MacGrawler,--is that your name, eh, eh? Ah, it is, is it? A very
respectable name it is too, I warrant. Well, sir, look at me. Now,
on your oath, remember, were you ever the editor of a certain
thing published every Wednesday, and called the 'Athenaeum,' or the
'Asinaeum,' or some such name?”
Commencing with this insidious and self-damnatory question, the learned
counsel then proceeded, as artfully as he was able, through a series
of interrogatories calculated to injure the character, the respectable
character, of MacGrawler, and weaken his testimony in the eyes of the
jury. He succeeded in exciting in the audience that feeling of merriment
wherewith the vulgar are always so delighted to intersperse the dull
seriousness of hanging a human being. But though the jury themselves
grinned, they were not convinced. The Scotsman retired from the
witness-box “scotched,” perhaps, in reputation, but not “killed” as
to testimony. It was just before this witness concluded, that Lord
Mauleverer caused to be handed to the judge a small slip of paper,
containing merely these words in pencil:--
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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