I could prove that his uncle had died of aconitine.

He could not himself account for the facts--he was absolutely in my power.

I did not wish him to be condemned, Maisie.

I only hoped that he would leave the court discredited and ruined.

I give you my word that my evidence would have saved him from the scaffold." Hilda was listening, with a set, white face.
"Proceed!" said she, and held out the brandy once more.
"I did not give the Admiral any more aconitine after I had taken over the case.