"I should." Mr. Wilcox pointed towards the dock. "This is the gentleman." "You are certain of that?" "I am quite certain." As Sir Haselton sat down I felt as if he had woven another strand. Tommy's counsel rose. I found out afterwards that his name was Bates, M.P., Q.C. He was tall, well-built, grey-headed. His wig suited him. He had a bold, clear voice, and a trick of standing with one hand under the skirt of his gown and the other pointed towards the witness. "You appear to have noticed this unfortunate woman very closely, Mr. Wilcox. Can you tell us something else which you noticed about her?" "In what way?" "Did you notice, for instance, if she had been drinking?" "I did not." "Can you swear that she had not been drinking?" "There was nothing about her which made me suppose that she had." Mr. Bates sat down. If Tommy had told him that I had had too much to drink he had told as big a story as was ever told. "Call George Baxendale!" Mr. Baxendale was the first gentlemanly-looking witness who had appeared in the box; he was also the one who seemed to be least at his ease. He was a tall, fair, slightly built man, with long, drooping moustache, the ends of which he had a nervous trick of twisting. He glanced towards the dock with what he possibly intended to be a friendly smile. The distortion of his visage, however, which actually took place, more strongly resembled a ghastly grin. He was examined by Sir Haselton's colleague. "Are you related to the prisoner?" "I am related to his wife. I am Mrs. Tennant's cousin." This explained the ghastly grin. "Do you remember Sunday, the 8th of November?" "I do." "Where were you?" "I was at Brighton, staying with some friends of mine." "Did any one come to see you on that day?" "Yes. Mr. Tennant." "By what train did he return to town?" "By the 8.40." "Have you any particular reason for remembering that it was by that train he returned to town?" "Well, for one thing, Jack Cooper and I went up to the station to see him off." "What happened while you were at the station seeing him off?" Mr. Baxendale told of my getting into Tommy's carriage. He answered the questions which were put to him as if he was desirous of giving as little information as he possibly could, which did not make it better for Tommy. He had not noticed me particularly. Did not think he should know me again. Had seen the body at East Grinstead. Had not recognised it. Could see no likeness. Still, it might be the same woman. Could not swear that it was, or that it was not. Had really not taken sufficient notice of the woman who had got into the train. His questioner sat down, leaving an impression on the minds of the people that if the witness had not been Mrs. Tennant's cousin some of his questions would have received different answers. Mr. Bates stood up. "About this woman of whom we have heard--was there nothing about her which you noticed?" "There was." "What was there about her which you did notice?"