Carmel Cumberland in the club-house that night--she who had been found at a late hour, in her own home, injured and unconscious! It was not to be believed--or it would not have been, if Arthur with less self-control than he had hitherto maintained, had not shown by his morose air and the silent drooping of his head that he accepted this statement, wild and improbable as it seemed.

Mr.Fox, whose mind without doubt had been engaged in a debate from the first, as to the desirability of challenging the testimony of this young girl, whose faculties had so lately recovered from a condition of great shock and avowed forgetfulness that no word as yet had come to him of her restored health, started to arise at her words; but noting the prisoner's attitude, he hastily reseated himself, realising, perhaps, that evidence of which he had never dreamed lay at the bottom of the client's manner and the counsel's complacency.

If so, then his own air of mingled disbelief and compassionate forbearance might strike the jury unfavourably; while, on the contrary, if his doubts were sound, and the witness were confounding the fancies of her late delirium with the actual incidents of this fatal night, then would he gain rather than lose by allowing her to proceed until her testimony fell of its own weight, or succumbed before the fire of his cross-examination.
Modifying his manner, he steadied himself for either exigency, and, in steadying himself, steadied his colleagues also.
Mr.Moffat, who saw everything, smiled slightly as he spoke encouragingly to his witness, and propounded his next question: "Miss Cumberland, was your sister with you when you went to the club-house ?" "No; we went separately" "How?
Will you explain ?" "I drove there.

I don't know how Adelaide went." "You drove there ?" "Yes.

I had Arthur harness up his horse for me and I drove there." A moment of silence; then a slow awakening--on the part of judge, jury, and prosecution--to the fact that the case was taking a turn for which they were ill-prepared.