CHAPTER X.
DINNER AT FRAMLEY COURT.
Lord Lufton, as he drove home to Framley after the meeting of the magistrates at Silverbridge, discussed the matter with his brother-in-law, Mark Robarts, the clergyman.

Lord Lufton was driving a dog-cart, and went along the road at the rate of twelve miles an hour.

"I'll tell you what it is, Mark," he said, "that man is innocent; but if he won't employ lawyers at his trial, the jury will find him guilty." "I don't know what to think about it," said the clergyman.
"Were you in the room when he protested so vehemently that he didn't know where he got the money ?" "I was in the room all the time." "And did you not believe him when he said that ?" "Yes,--I think I did." "Anybody must have believed him,--except old Tempest, who never believes anybody, and Fothergill, who always suspects everybody.

The truth is, that he had found the cheque and put it by, and did not remember anything about it." "But, Lufton, surely that would amount to stealing it." "Yes, if it wasn't that he is such a poor, cracked, crazy creature, with his mind all abroad.

I think Soames did drop his book in his house.