He had struck bottom with his feet, and there he would stand,--or so I thought as I levelled my own glances at him.
But I had not fully sounded all of Alonzo Moffat's resources.

That inscrutable lawyer and not-easily-to-be-understood man seemed determined to mar every good impression his unfortunate client managed to make.
Ignoring the new facts just given, undoubtedly thinking that they would be amply sifted in the coming cross-examination, he drew the attention of the prisoner to himself by the following question: "Will you tell us again how many bottles of wine you took from the club-house ?" "One.

No--I'm not sure about that--I'm not sure of anything.

I had only one when at the inn in Cuthbert Road." "You remember but one ?" "I had but one.

One was enough.