Part 29 (2/2)
”Never seen him before?”
”No.”
”How did you recognize him?”
”By his photograph.”
”Oh, he'd sent you his photograph?”
”Yes.”
”With a letter?”
”Yes.”
”In what name was the letter signed?”
”Henry Leek.”
”Was that before or after the death of the man who was buried in Westminster Abbey?”
”A day or two before.” (Sensation in court.)
”So that your present husband was calling himself Henry Leek before the death?”
”No, he wasn't. That letter was written by the man that died. My husband found my reply to it, and my photograph, in the man's bag afterwards; and happening to be strolling past St. George's Hall just at the moment like--”
”Well, happening to be strolling past St. George's Hall just at the moment like--” (t.i.tters.)
”I caught sight of him and spoke to him. You see, I thought then that he was the man who wrote the letter.”
”What made you think so?”
”I had the photograph.”
”So that the man who wrote the letter and died didn't send his own photograph. He sent another photograph--the photograph of your husband?”
”Yes, didn't you know that? I should have thought you'd have known that.”
”Do you really expect the jury to believe that tale?”
Alice turned smiling to the jury. ”No,” she said, ”I'm not sure as I do.
I didn't believe it myself for a long time. But it's true.”
”Then at first you didn't believe your husband was the real Priam Farll?”
”No. You see, he didn't exactly tell me like. He only sort of hinted.”
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