MR. CHESTERTON: When Rosa gave you that information, did you suspect opium smoking? WITNESS: I had a faint suspicion. MR. CHESTERTON: It occurred to you that it was probably opium. You knew Edwin Drood, Miss Landless? WITNESS: Yes. MR. CHESTERTON: Was he a conspicuous person—a person to notice very much? WITNESS: Not very much, with the exception of this: that he was rather patronising, and had the air of a lad who was very much at home with himself. MR. CHESTERTON: He dressed like ordinary young men? WITNESS: Yes. MR. CHESTERTON: Wore trousers? WITNESS: Yes, certainly, I believe so. MR. CHESTERTON: Do you understand that the ring was found in the quicklime? WITNESS: I believe so. MR. CHESTERTON: Oh! you believe so! WITNESS: It was found there. MR. CHESTERTON: Were any buttons found there? WITNESS: No, I believe not. MR. CHESTERTON: I suppose Mr. Drood would presumably have on either a belt or braces. Was a buckle or a belt or braces found in the quicklime? WITNESS: No. MR. CHESTERTON: Nothing was found in the lime except this ring? WITNESS: No. MR. CHESTERTON: Thank you. WITNESS: I could throw some light on that. MR. CHESTERTON: Your Counsel will no doubt re-examine you. Now, I want to know about this disguise of yours. You told us that it was no new thing to disguise yourself, because you dressed up as a boy in Ceylon. Would you kindly tell me how old you were the last time you did it? WITNESS: Thirteen. MR. CHESTERTON: Do you really suggest that a little girl of thirteen dressing up as a little boy—dressing up as a boy of thirteen—is any sort of qualification for a young lady of 21 dressing up as an “old buffer living idly on his means”? WITNESS: Yes; the girl is mother to the woman, as the boy is father to the man. MR. CHESTERTON: Well, now, you have told us, Miss Landless, that in dressing up as Datchery, you wore a white wig, blue coat, buff waistcoat, and so on. Did you do anything to your face? WITNESS: No. MR. CHESTERTON: You did not paint your face at all? WITNESS: I always have enough colour in my face without paint. MR. CHESTERTON: You did not make up your face in any way? WITNESS: No. MR. CHESTERTON: Do you ask the Jury to believe that you had been going about Cloisterham as Helena Landless for more than six months—ever since you came to Canon Crisparkle’s—that you had been going about as Miss Helena Landless; that you did not alter your face in any way, and went about as Dick Datchery, seeing the same people? Do you ask the Jury to believe that you were not recognised? WITNESS: I ask them to believe it, because it is the truth. MR. CHESTERTON: Very well; the Jury will decide that for themselves. You say you went to Cloisterham and put up at the Crozier? WITNESS: Yes. MR. CHESTERTON: You also told us that you ordered a certain meal—a fried sole, a veal cutlet, and a pint of sherry. When my learned friend asked you, you said you would leave it to us. I must ask you: did you consume that meal?