Ross was cheerful, and seemed to have no fears of the result. Mary had been to see him several times during his long confinement, and Eugene had been careful to supply him with everything he needed, which the rules of the jail would permit. As Dick Birch wished to confer with the prisoner, the party left him, and went to the court-house, where Dr. Bilks had already preceded them. “Have you seen Mr. Birch? They say he is here,” said the doctor to Eugene. “I saw him at the jail.” “How does he seem?” “Remarkably cheerful.” “What has he been about?” asked the doctor, rather nervously. “I don’t know; he says he has been at work all the time.” “What has he been doing?” “He does not say; but I suppose he has been at work upon his own case.” “His own case, it seems to me, was pretty effectually settled the last time we were here.” Dr. Bilks did not appear to be at all satisfied with Dick’s labors during his absence, or rather with the fact that he had been at work. Perhaps he thought it was very unreasonable of Dick, after he had been so fully condemned by the popular voice, to resist the conclusion that he was a liar and a perjurer. The court came in; the prisoner was placed in the dock, and after the usual difficulty in impanelling a jury to try a capital case, the trial commenced. We do not propose to follow it through its tedious length. Dr. Bilks was the first witness called in the afternoon. He took his place upon the stand with an easy assurance, and Mr. Lowe, the government attorney, drew from him all the evidence he wanted, substantially as it had been given before, with the additional fact that he had seen and recognized Mr. Birch, in company with Buckstone. The doctor was as tender of his friend, as he had been before; and he appeared like a man who was anxious for nothing but to tell the truth. Mr. Lowe, entirely satisfied with the witness, turned him over to the defence for cross-examination. “Your name, if you please,” said Dick, to whom this duty was again intrusted. “Dr. Bilks.” “Your name in full, if you please.” “Thomas L. Bilks,” replied the doctor, with a smile. “What is your middle name?” The doctor hesitated, and looked slightly embarrassed. “Lenox,” he added, at last. “Thomas Lenox Bilks,” repeated the lawyer. “Yes, sir.” “Is that your name?” demanded Dick, sharply. “That is my name.” “Are you willing to swear that that is your name?” continued the thorny lawyer, rising from his chair, and gazing earnestly into his face. Mr. Lowe interfered; even the judges, feeling that the lawyer meant to browbeat the witness, suggested that he was under oath. To the astonishment of everybody, Dick declared that the doctor had not given his true name. “You take your oath that your name is Thomas Lenox Bilks--do you?” “I do.” The doctor was pale as a sheet. He trembled, and his attempt to smile and seem indifferent was an utter failure. The people in the court-room were breathless with interest.