Part 41 (1/2)
”Yes, I believe you!”
”And be sure of this,” Waymark went on, ”whether or not this accusation is true, it does not in the least affect the n.o.bility of her character.
You and I are sufficiently honest, in the true sense of the word, to understand this.”
Waymark only saw Mr. Woodstock once or twice in the next fortnight, and very slight mention was made between them of the coming trial. He himself was not to be involved in the case in any way; as a witness on Ida's side he could do no good, and probably would prejudice her yet more in the eyes of the jury. It troubled him a little to find with what complete calmness he could await the result; often he said to himself that he must be sadly lacking in human sympathy. Julian Casti, on the other hand, had pa.s.sed into a state of miserable deadness; Waymark in vain tried to excite hope in him. He came to his friend's every evening, and sat there for hours in dark reverie.
”What will become of her!” Julian asked once. ”In either case--what will become of her!”
”Woodstock shall help us in that,” Waymark replied. ”She must get a place of some kind.”
”How dreadfully she is suffering, and how dark life will be before her!”
And so the day of the trial came. The p.a.w.nbroker's evidence was damaging. The silver spoon had been pledged, he a.s.serted, at the same time with another article for which Ida possessed the duplicate. The inscriptions on the duplicates supported him in this, and he professed to have not the least doubt as to the prisoner's ident.i.ty. Pressed in cross-examination, he certainly threw some suspicion on the trustworthiness of his a.s.sertions. ”You positively swear that these two articles were pledged by the prisoner, and at the same time!” asked the cross-examiner. ”Well,” was the impatient reply, ”there's the same date and name, and both in my writing.” But even thus much of doubt he speedily retracted, and his evidence could not be practically undermined.
Harriet's examination was long and searching, but she bore it without the slightest damage to her credit. Plain, straightforward, and stubborn were all her replies and a.s.sertions; she did not contradict herself once. Waymark marvelled at her appearance and manner. The venom of malice had acted upon her as a tonic, strengthening her intellect, and bracing her nerves. Once she looked directly into Ida's face and smiled.
Mrs. Sprowl had been summoned, and appeared in all the magnificence of acc.u.mulated rings, bracelets, necklaces, and watch-chains. Helter hoped to make good use of her.
”Did you on a certain occasion go to the person in whose employ the prisoner was, and, by means of certain representations with regard to the prisoner's antecedents, become the cause of her dismissal?”
”I did. I told all I knew about her, and I consider I'd a right to do so.”
Mrs. Sprowl was not to be robbed of her self-a.s.surance by any array of judicial dignity.
”What led you to do this?”
”A good enough one, I think. She'd been imposed on Mr. Casti and his wife as a respectable character, and she was causing trouble between them. She had to be got rid of somehow, and this was one step to it.”
”Was Mrs. Casti aware of your intention to take this step?”
”No, she wasn't.”
”But you told her when you had done it?”
”Yes, I did.”
The frankness of all this had its effect, of course. The case was attracting much interest in court, and the public seats were quite full. Mrs. Sprowl looked round in evident enjoyment of her position.
There was a slight pause, and then the examination continued.
”Of what nature was the trouble you speak of, caused by the prisoner between this lady and her husband?”
”Mr. Casti began to pay a good deal too much attention to her.”
There was a sound of whispers and a murmuring.
”Did Mrs. Casti impart to you her suspicions of the prisoner as soon as she missed the first of these articles alleged to be stolen?”
”Yes, she did.”