WITNESS: I did. MR. WALTERS: Because you had this double motive? WITNESS: That is so. MR. WALTERS: The overpowering motive which overcame everything else? WITNESS: Yes. MR. WALTERS: Very well, now; if you could have avoided dressing yourself as a man, if some other course had been open to you, would you have taken it? WITNESS: If I could have felt sure of success. MR. WALTERS: But you felt this was the last resource, and determined to do it? WITNESS: Yes. MR. WALTERS: In order to appear as a man, you had to adopt a very complete disguise indeed. Did you remember what you did when you were a little girl? Did you cut off your hair again? WITNESS: No, I thought I could manage. MR. WALTERS: Miss Landless, I don’t want to press you, but was there any particular, personal reason why you didn’t wish to sacrifice your hair? WITNESS: Am I obliged to answer that question? JUDGE: No. MR. WALTERS: His Lordship says you need not answer that question. I think we may leave it to the Jury, as human beings, to give their own answer. But, at all events, we understand that you did not cut off your hair. Did you whiten your eyebrows? WITNESS: No. MR. WALTERS: You thought you could manage? WITNESS: I did. MR. WALTERS: How did you disguise yourself effectively? WITNESS: I put on a large wig of white hair. MR. WALTERS: To conceal your own luxuriant tresses? WITNESS: I bound them well down underneath. MR. WALTERS: What else? WITNESS: I thought, in keeping with a large head of white hair, I had better assume the free and easy manners of an elderly man, and I tried to put a little dash of swagger, and I wore a blue coat and buff waistcoat. MR. WALTERS: It was not so difficult, after all, in some respects, for you are a rapid and fluent talker—you need not be shy, you are—and therefore, as Dick Datchery, the affable old gentleman, a bit garrulous, you did not find much difficulty? WITNESS: No: I did not find it very difficult. MR. WALTERS: What did you do in Cloisterham? WITNESS: I put up at the Crozier Inn. MR. WALTERS: Where is that? WITNESS: In the High Street. MR. WALTERS: Far from the Gate House? WITNESS: No. MR. WALTERS: Did you try the effect of your disguise on the people in the neighbourhood? WITNESS: Yes, at the Crozier I walked in, asked a few questions, and ordered a man’s dinner. MR. WALTERS: You ordered a man’s dinner? WITNESS: You would not have had me ask for a glass of milk and a Sally Lunn! JUDGE: What is a man’s dinner? WITNESS: I called for a fried sole, and a veal cutlet, and a pint of sherry. Something like a man’s dinner! MR. WALTERS: And did you consume this gargantuan feast? WITNESS: I think you are an intelligent gentleman, and I will leave it to you. MR. WALTERS: You may. Now let us come to your inquiries. I suppose you wanted lodgings? WITNESS: I asked the waiter if he could direct me to any. MR. WALTERS: And did he? WITNESS: I asked for something old, architectural, and inconvenient.