Part 16 (1/2)

”Distinctly the reverse. I am convinced of his innocence.”

The answer was given with vehement emphasis, and Eric felt greatly relieved by it.

One or two other boys were then called on as witnesses to the great agitation which Eric had shown during the investigation in the schoolroom, and then Gibson, who was a sensible self-contained fellow, said, ”I have now done my part. I have shown that the accused had a grudge against Mr Gordon at the time the thing was done, and had threatened to be revenged on him; that he was the last boy in the room during the time when the offence must have been committed; that the handwriting is known to be like his, and that the ink and wafers employed were such as he, and he only, was known to possess. In addition to all this, his behaviour, when the matter was first publicly noticed, was exactly such as coincides with the supposition of his guilt. I think you will all agree in considering these grounds of suspicion very strong; and leaving them to carry their full weight with you, I close the case for the prosecution.”

The school listened to Gibson's quiet unmoved formality with a kind of grim and gloomy satisfaction, and when he had concluded, there were probably few but Eric's own immediate friends who were not fully convinced of his guilt, however sorry they might be to admit so unfavourable an opinion of a companion whom they all admired.

After a minute or two Russell rose for the defence, and asked, ”Has Williams any objection to his desk being brought, and any of its contents put in as evidence?”

”Not the least; there is the key, and you will find it in my place in school.”

The desk was brought, but it was found to be already unlocked, and Russell looked at some of the note-paper which it contained. He then rose--nervously at first, and with a deep blush lighting up his face, but soon showing a warmth and sarcasm, which few expected from his gentle nature.

”In spite of the evidence adduced,” he began, ”I think I can show that Williams is not guilty. It is quite true that he dislikes Mr Gordon, and would not object to any open way of showing it; it is quite true that he used the expressions attributed to him, and that the ink and wafers are such as may be found in his desk, and that the handwriting is not unlike his. But is it probable that a boy intending to post up an insult such as this, would do so in a manner and at a time so likely to involve him in immediate detection and certain punishment? At any rate, he would surely disguise his usual handwriting. Now, I ask any one to look at this paper, and tell me whether it is not clear, on the contrary, that these letters were traced slowly and with care, as would be the case with an elaborate attempt to imitate?” Russell here handed the paper to the jury, who again narrowly examined it.

”Now, the evidence of Pietrie and Carter is of no use, because Carter himself admitted that boys often enter the room by the window--a fact to which we shall have to allude again.

”We admit the evidence about the ink and wafers. But it is rather strange that Barker should know about the wafers, since neither I, nor any other friend of Williams, often as we have sat by him when writing letters, have ever observed that he possessed any like them.”

Several boys began to look at Barker, who was sitting very ill at ease on the corner of a form, in vain trying to appear unconcerned.

”There is another fact which no one yet knows, but which I must mention.

It will explain Eric's--I mean Williams's--agitation when Dr Rowlands read out the words on that paper; and, confident of his innocence, I am indifferent to its appearing to tell against him. I myself once heard Eric--I beg pardon, I mean Williams,” (he said, correcting himself with a smile)--”use the very words written on that paper, and not only heard them, but expostulated with him strongly for the use of them. I need hardly say how very unlikely it is that, remembering this, he should thus publicly draw my suspicions on him, if he meant to insult Mr Gordon undiscovered. But, besides myself there was another boy who accidentally overheard that expression. That boy was Barker.

”I have to bring forward a new piece of evidence, which at least ought to go for something. Looking at this half-sheet of note-paper, I see that the printer's name on the stamp in the corner is 'Graves, York.'

Now, I have just found that there is no paper at all like this in Williams's desk; all the note-paper it contains is marked 'Blakes, Ayrton.'

”I might bring many witnesses to prove how very unlike Williams's general character a trick of this kind would be. But I am not going to do this. We think we know the real offender. We have had one trial, and now demand another. It is our painful duty (but depend upon it we shall not s.h.i.+rk it,” he added with unusual pa.s.sion) ”to prove Williams's innocence by proving another's guilt. That other is a known enemy of mine, and of Montagu's, and of Owen's. We therefore leave the charge of stating the case against him to Duncan, with whom he has never quarrelled.”

Russell sat down amid general applause; he had performed his task with a wonderful modesty and self-possession, which filled every one with admiration, and Eric warmly pressed his hand.

The interest of the school was intensely excited, and Duncan, after a minute's pause, starting up, said--

”Williams has allowed his desk to be brought in and examined. Will Barker do the same?” The culprit now saw at once that his plot to ruin Eric was recoiling on himself. He got up, swore and bl.u.s.tered at Russell, Duncan, and Montagu, and at first flatly refused to allow his desk to be brought. He was, however, forced to yield, and when opened, it was immediately seen that the note-paper it contained was identical with that on which the words had been written. At this he affected to be perfectly unconcerned, and merely protested against what he called the meanness of trying to fix the charge on him.

”And what have you been doing the whole of the last day or two,” asked Gibson quietly, ”but endeavouring to fix the charge on another?”

”We have stronger evidence against you,” said Duncan, confronting him with an undaunted look, before which his insolence quailed. ”Russell, will you call Graham?”

Graham was called, and put on his honour.

”You were in the sick-room on Friday evening?”

”Yes.”

”Did you see any one get in to the schoolroom through the side window?”

”That's a leading question,” interrupted Barker.