“It appears that on the morning of 2nd December—that is to say, before going to Portsmouth—Captain Markham, directly after breakfast, and while his wife was up in her own room, received a message which seemed greatly to disturb him. It was Jane Mason, the parlour-maid at the Markhams’ town house, who told the story. “A letter bearing no stamp had been dropped into the letter-box, she had taken it to her master, who, on reading it, became greatly agitated; he tore up the letter, stuffed it into his pocket and presently took up his hat and rushed out of the house. “‘When the master was gone,’ continued Jane, ‘I found a scrap of paper, which had fallen out of his pocket.’ “This scrap of paper Jane Mason had carefully put away. She was a shrewd girl, and scented some mystery. It was now produced in court, and the few fragmentary words were read out by Sir Arthur Inglewood, amidst boundless excitement: “‘....if you lend a hand........Port Arthur safely.......hold my tongue....’ “And at the end there were four letters in large capitals, ‘STOW.’ “In view of all the evidence taken, there was momentous significance to be attached to those few words, of which only the last four letters seemed mysterious, but these probably were part of the confederate’s signature, who had—no one doubted it now—some hold upon Captain Markham, and had by a process of blackmail induced him to send the _Artemis_ to her doom. “After that, according to a statement made by the head clerk of Messrs. Mills and Co., Captain Markham came round to the office begging that some one else should be sent to meet Captain Jutland at Portsmouth. ‘This,’ explained the head clerk, who had been subpœnaed for the defence, ‘was quite impossible at this eleventh hour, and, in the absence of the heads of the firm, I had on Mr. Mills’ behalf to hold Captain Markham to his promise.’ “This closed the case for the defence, and in view of the lateness of the hour, counsels’ speeches were reserved for the following day. There was not a doubt in anybody’s mind that Captain Markham was guilty, and but for the presence of a large body of police, I assure you he would have been torn to pieces by the crowd.” The man in the corner paused in his narrative and blinked at me over his bone-rimmed spectacles, like some lean and frowzy tom-cat, eager for a fight. “Well?” I said eagerly. “Well, surely you remember what happened the following day?” he replied, with a dry chuckle. “Personally, I don’t think that there ever was quite so much sensation in any English court of law. “It was crowded, of course, when counsel for the plaintiff rose to speak. He made, however, only a short statement, briefly and to the point; but this statement caused every one to look at his neighbour, wondering if he were awake or dreaming.