"No," said Frank, after a moment's thought. "There were six people in my carriage until we got to Lewes, but I think I told you that, and you have not succeeded in tracing any of them." "It is most difficult to get into touch with those people," said the lawyer. "Think of the scores of people one travels with, without ever remembering what they looked like or how they were dressed. If you had been a woman, traveling with women, every one of your five fellow passengers would have remembered you and would have recalled your hat." Frank laughed. "There are certain disadvantages in being a man," he said. "How do you think the case is going?" "They have offered no evidence yet. I think you will agree, Mr. Mann," he said respectfully, for Saul Arthur Mann was a power in legal circles. "None at all," the little fellow agreed. Frank recalled the first day he had seen him, with his hat perched on the back of his head and his shabby, genteel exterior. "Oh, by Jove!" he said. "I suppose they will be trying to fasten the death of that man upon me that we saw in Gray Square." Saul Arthur Mann nodded. "They have not put that in the indictment," he said, "nor the case of the chauffeur. You see, your conviction will rest entirely upon this present charge, and both the other matters are subsidiary." Frank walked thoughtfully up and down the room, his hands behind his back. "I wonder who Rex Holland is," he said, half to himself. "You still have your theory?" asked the lawyer, eying him keenly. Frank nodded. "And you still would rather not put it into words?" "Much rather not," said Frank gravely. He returned to the court and glanced round for the girl, but she was not there. The rest of the afternoon's proceedings, taken up as they were with the preliminaries of the case, bored him. It was on the twelfth day of the trial that Jasper Cole stepped on to the witness stand. He was dressed in black and was paler than usual, but he took the oath in a firm voice and answered the questions which were put to him without hesitation. The story of Frank's quarrel with his uncle, of the forged checks, and of his own experience on the night of the crime filled the greater part of the forenoon, and it was in the afternoon when Bryan Bennett, one of the most brilliant barristers of his time, stood up to cross-examine. "Had you any suspicion that your employer was being robbed?" "I had a suspicion," replied Jasper. "Did you communicate your suspicion to your employer?" Jasper hesitated. "No," he replied at last. "Why do you hesitate?" asked Bennett sharply. "Because, although I did not directly communicate my suspicions, I hinted to Mr. Minute that he should have an independent audit." "So you thought the books were wrong?" "I did." "In these circumstances," asked Bennett slowly, "do you not think it was very unwise of you to touch those books yourself?" "When did I touch them?" asked Jasper quickly.