“He _may_ be afraid of them,” she replied, with a strong emphasis on the word “may.” “But you don’t think it likely?” She hesitated again. I pressed her again. “Do you think there is any other motive for his absence?” Her eyes dropped to the floor. She answered obstinately, almost doggedly, “I can’t say.” I addressed myself to Ambrose. “Have you anything more to tell us?” I asked. “No,” he said. “I have told you all I know about it.” I rose to speak to the lawyer whose services I had retained. He had helped us to get the order of admission, and he had accompanied us to the prison. Seated apart he had kept silence throughout, attentively watching the effect of Ambrose Meadowcroft’s narrative on the officers of the prison and on me. “Is this the defense?” I inquired, in a whisper. “This is the defense, Mr. Lefrank. What do you think, between ourselves?” “Between ourselves, I think the magistrate will commit them for trial.” “On the charge of murder?” “Yes, on the charge of murder.” CHAPTER VIII. THE CONFESSION. MY replies to the lawyer accurately expressed the conviction in my mind. The narrative related by Ambrose had all the appearance, in my eyes, of a fabricated story, got up, and clumsily got up, to pervert the plain meaning of the circumstantial evidence produced by the prosecution. I reached this conclusion reluctantly and regretfully, for Naomi’s sake. I said all I could say to shake the absolute confidence which she felt in the discharge of the prisoners at the next examination. The day of the adjourned inquiry arrived. Naomi and I again attended the court together. Mr. Meadowcroft was unable, on this occasion, to leave the house. His daughter was present, walking to the court by herself, and occupying a seat by herself. On his second appearance at the “bar,” Silas was more composed, and more like his brother. No new witnesses were called by the prosecution. We began the battle over the medical evidence relating to the charred bones; and, to some extent, we won the victory. In other words, we forced the doctors to acknowledge that they differed widely in their opinions. Three confessed that they were not certain. Two went still further, and declared that the bones were the bones of an animal, not of a man. We made the most of this; and then we entered upon the defense, founded on Ambrose Meadowcroft’s story.