CHAPTER XXVIII. THE PRISONER COMES INTO COURT. CHAPTER XXIX. THE TRIAL BEGINS. CHAPTER XXX. MR. TAUNTON'S EVIDENCE. CHAPTER XXXI. THE CASE FOR THE CROWN CONCLUDES. CHAPTER XXXII. MRS. CARRUTH REMOVES HER VEIL. BOOK IV.--THE CRIMINAL. CHAPTER XXXIII. MR. TENNANT SPEAKS. CHAPTER XXXIV. MR. HOLMAN AT HOME. CHAPTER XXXV. THE WOMAN OF THE PORTRAIT. CHAPTER XXXVI. THE VARIOUS MOODS OF A GENTLEMAN OF FASHION. CHAPTER XXXVII. "CALL ME DORA." CHAPTER XXXVIII. ON THE THRESHOLD. CHAPTER XXXIX. THE LAST MEETING OF THE CLUB. CHAPTER XL. MR. TOWNSEND REACHES HOME. CHAPTER XLI. TAKING LEAVE. CHAPTER XLII. HAND IN HAND. THE CRIME AND THE CRIMINAL. BOOK I.-THE CRIME. (_The Story according to Mr. Thomas Tennant_.) CHAPTER I. THE OPEN DOOR. I ran down to Brighton for the Sunday. My wife's cousin, George Baxendale, was stopping there, with the Coopers. The wife and I were both to have gone. But our little Minna was very queer--feverish cold, or something--and Lucy did not like to leave her with the nurse. So I went down alone. It was a fine day, for November. We drove over to Bramber--Jack Cooper and his wife, Baxendale, and I. When we got back to Regency Square it was pretty late. I was to go back by the 8.40. When we had dined I had to make quite a rush to catch the train. Jack and George both came up to see me off. As the Pullman carriages all seemed full, I got into the compartment of an ordinary first-class carriage. "You'll be better in there," said Jack. "You'll have it to yourself." I did, till just as the train was off. When the train had actually started, a woman came hurrying up the platform. A porter threw open the door of my carriage, and she got in. I let her have the seat by the door through which she had entered. I went to the other end of the compartment. I did not feel too much obliged to the porter who had shown her in. Although it was not a smoking carriage, as I had expected to have had it to myself, I had intended to smoke all the way to town. In fact, I was smoking at that moment. I hardly knew what to do. The train did not stop till it reached Victoria. There would be no opportunity of changing carriages. I did not relish the idea of not smoking, while I scarcely knew if I might venture to ask permission to smoke of the new-comer.