CHAPTER XXV.
BETSY'S TALE--( Concluded.) "Well, now," continued Mrs.Strouss, as soon as I could persuade her to go on, "if I were to tell you every little thing that went on among them, miss, I should go on from this to this day week, or I might say this day fortnight, and then not half be done with it.

And the worst of it is that those little things make all the odds in a case of that sort, showing what the great things were.

But only a counselor at the Old Bailey could make head or tail of the goings on that followed.
"For some reason of his own, unknown to any living being but himself, whether it were pride (as I always said) or something deeper (as other people thought), he refused to have any one on earth to help him, when he ought to have had the deepest lawyer to be found.

The constable cautioned him to say nothing, as it seems is laid down in their orders, for fear of crimination.

And he smiled at this, with a high contempt, very fine to see, but not bodily wise.