"That will do. If you please, your honor, the state rests here, confident of having proven its case and steadfastly believing in the intelligence of the honorable jury called to pass upon the testimony. Indeed, it is so plain, that I should waste your time with explanations. Having bought the chloroform and sprinkled it about his bed, Throckmorton hid what remained. Through the happy chance of finding the half-filled bottle where he placed it, however, the whole scheme is made clear, and his identity as the robber proven beyond the shadow of a doubt." Upon Moth’s concluding, Mr. Promb arose, and facing the last witness, asked: "When did Mr. Throckmorton procure this medicine of you?" "Yes, Mr. Promb. Let me see; in September, I think, or possibly—I do not say positively—in the fore part of October. The books of My House will show." "Did he say what he wanted it for?" "I think not; but indeed I might be mistaken in this, it not being thought material in his case, he being a man grown and responsible." "Did he not say it was for his nephew, who was ill at the Dragon?" "Ha! I think not, Mr. Promb; but, dear me, I can’t be certain, as I have just said." "That is all. May it please your honor, we should like to have Mr. Seymour recalled"; and upon this being done, Mr. Promb asked: "Do you recognize this bottle?" "I do," answered Mr. Seymour. "For what purpose did Mr. Throckmorton procure the chloroform it contains?" "For his nephew, then sick at my house." "Was it so used?" Mr. Promb asked. "It was, to my personal knowledge." "When?" "About the time stated by Mr. Collygog." After this, Mr. Promb recalled Tipps, who arose, with hand uplifted and eyes raised obliquely as before, but nothing came of his re-examination. After him many other men, all reputable and of good standing in the community, were summoned by Mr. Promb to prove the prisoner’s high character; and with this, and a fine speech, but lacking force, I thought, Uncle Job’s attorney closed the defense. Upon this, Moth asked that Mr. Seymour be recalled, and when this had been done, he asked: "After the recovery of Mr. Throckmorton’s nephew, what was done with the bottle of chloroform?" "I do not know." "Who would know?" Moth asked. "The servants, or perhaps my daughter." "That is all," Moth responded; "I desire that Miss Constance Seymour be called, your honor." She not moving, nor seeming able to move, her father went to her, and taking her hand, led her forward, speaking encouragingly as they made their way through the crowded room. "What is your name?" Moth asked, upon her being sworn. "Constance Seymour." "Do you recognize this bottle, Miss Constance?" Moth asked, and with every show of gentleness and respect, I am bound to say, for which I could not help but feel grateful to the scoundrel. "Yes, sir." "What was done with it after Gilbert Holmes’ illness?" Moth asked.