The first witness called was the butler, Mullins. He was introduced by the sergeant-major stationed by the double doors at the end of the hall from the ante-room where the witnesses commanded to be present were in waiting. Mullins, rather less venerable than usual, as a consequence of agitation and affliction on behalf of Captain Tremayne, to whom he was attached, stated nervously the facts within his knowledge. He was occupied with the silver in his pantry, having remained up in case Sir Terence, who was working late in his study, should require anything before going to bed. Sir Terence called him, and-- “At what time did Sir Terence call you?” asked the major. “It was ten minutes past twelve, sir, by the clock in my pantry.” “You are sure that the clock was right?” “Quite sure, sir; I had put it right that same evening.” “Very well, then. Sir Terence called you at ten minutes past twelve. Pray continue.” “He gave me a letter addressed to the Commissary-general. ‘Take that,’ says he, ‘to the sergeant of the guard at once, and tell him to be sure that it is forwarded to the Commissary-General first thing in the morning.’ I went out at once, and on the lawn in the quadrangle I saw a man lying on his back on the grass and another man kneeling beside him. I ran across to them. It was a bright, moonlight night--bright as day it was, and you could see quite clear. The gentleman that was kneeling looks up, at me, and I sees it was Captain Tremayne, sir. ‘What’s this, Captain dear?’ says I. ‘It’s Count Samoval, and he’s kilt,’ says he, ‘for God’s sake, go and fetch somebody.’ So I ran back to tell Sir Terence, and Sir Terence he came out with me, and mighty startled he was at what he found there. ‘What’s happened?’ says he, and the captain answers him just as he had answered me: ‘It’s Count Samoval, and he’s kilt. ‘But how did it happen?’ says Sir Terence. ‘Sure and that’s just what I want to know,’ says the captain; ‘I found him here.’ And then Sir Terence turns to me, and ‘Mullins,’ says he, ‘just fetch the guard,’ and of course, I went at once.” “Was there any one else present?” asked the prosecutor. “Not in the quadrangle, sir. But Lady O’Moy was on the balcony of her room all the time.” “Well, then, you fetched the guard. What happened when you returned?” “Colonel Grant arrived, sir, and I understood him to say that he had been following Count Samoval...” “Which way did Colonel Grant come?” put in the president. “By the gate from the terrace.” “Was it open?” “No, sir. Sir Terence himself went to open the wicket when Colonel Grant knocked.” Sir Harry nodded and Major Swan resumed the examination. “What happened next?” “Sir Terence ordered the captain under arrest.” “Did Captain Tremayne submit at once?”