A hush of expectation filled that crowded room as Baram Singh's eyes travelled slowly round the walls.

He dropped them to the well of the court, and even his unexpressive face flashed with a look of recognition.
"There," he cried, "there!" and he pointed to a man who was sitting just underneath the counsel's bench.
Mr.Travers leant forward and in a quiet but particularly clear voice said: "Will you kindly stand up, Mr.Thresk ?" Thresk stood up.

To many of those present--the idlers, the people of fashion, the seekers after a thrill of excitement who fill the public galleries and law-courts--his long conduct of the great Carruthers trial had made him a familiar figure.

To the others his name, at all events, was known, and as he stood up on the floor of the court a swift and regular movement like a ripple of water passed through the throng.

They leant forward to get a clearer view of him and for a moment there was a hiss of excited whispering.
"That is the man who dined with Captain and Mrs.Ballantyne on the night when Captain Ballantyne was killed ?" said Mr.Travers.
"Yes," replied Baram Singh.
No one understood what was coming.