I at once engaged Jarvis, the best barrister in Australia, to defend them, and later employed Gillette & Stanton, another high-class firm, to assist him. I told them, of course, the real facts, and had them instruct Leigh and Joe to coach Nourse in the part he was to play and to maintain the proper attitude toward him. The moment Leigh saw “Henderson” he knew there was something wrong somewhere but he was too shrewd to indicate it and greeted the newcomer cordially. I had described Leigh to Nourse so that he could not mistake him and he walked right up to him and shook hands. When Joe joined them in jail Leigh got to him first and posted him. They were charged with conspiracy and barratry and were indicted, altogether, on seven counts. Nourse was as game as a hornet and played his part well, yet he was not born a gentleman and he was altogether lacking in that _savoir faire_ which is regarded as a necessary makeup of the typical soldier of fortune, which Henderson was supposed to be. George Smyth, the prosecuting attorney, was a shrewd chap, as well as a gilt-edged sea lawyer, and it was not long until he began to suspect that he had a bogus Henderson in limbo and that the real ravisher of maritime law was still at liberty. Some of the other officials came to doubt that they had the right man and this suspicion became so strong by the time the trial came on that they had detectives out quietly searching for the real Henderson. This information reached the lawyers whom I had employed, but whom I saw infrequently as I remained discreetly in the background, and they insisted, as they had previously suggested, that I go away until the case was concluded. “This case is much more serious than you realize,” said Gillette, as he again urged me to leave Melbourne for my own protection, or go into close hiding and stay there. “Unfortunately, Nourse is not nearly so clever as you. You are damned clever, but you are not clever enough to avoid being nabbed if you stay around here while the trial is on.” “I think you’re wrong,” I told him, “but I’m paying you for your advice and if it is good enough to buy it ought to be good enough to take. I’ll go out and bury myself.” “Right,” he said. “See that you make a good job of it.” “I will,” I replied. “I am going to bury myself in a real tomb.” The lawyer looked up a bit startled. “You don’t mean that you intend to kill yourself?” he asked with some anxiety. I laughed at him. “Not much,” I told him. “I like to explore strange lands but I always want to come back. If there really are any detectives on my trail, the last place they will look for me is the cemetery, and I will go out there and cache myself away in Sir William Clark’s tomb. It is an ideal hiding place, so far as security is concerned, and you can devote all of your thought to the trial, without any fear that I will be discovered and disarrange things.”