s ago. He had asked the

prisoner, aboard the Calais packet, if he wanted a handy fellow,

and the prisoner had engaged him. He had not asked the prisoner

to take the handy fellow as an act of charitynever thought of

such a thing. He began to have suspicions of the prisoner, and to

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keep an eye upon him, soon afterwards. In arranging his clothes,

while travelling, he had seen similar lists in the prisoner’s pockets,

over and over again. He had taken these lists from the drawer of

the prisoner’s desk. He had not put them there first. He had seen

the prisoner show these identical lists to French gentlemen at

Calais, and similar lists to French gentlemen, both at Calais and

Boulogne. He loved his country, and couldn’t bear it, and had

given information. He had never been suspected of stealing a

silver teapot; he had been maligned respecting a mustard-pot, but

it turned out to be only a plated one. He had known the last

witness seven or eight years; that was merely a coincidence. He

didn’t call it a particularly curious coincidence; most coincidences

were curious. Neither did he call it a curious coincidence that true

patriotism was his only motive too. He was a true Briton, and

hoped there were many like him.

The blue-flies buzzed again, and Mr. Attorney-General called

Mr. Jarvis Lorry.

“Mr