"Now you gave evidence, Mr.Thresk." Thresk never lifted his head.
"You have no doubt read the evidence I gave," he said, peering from this delicate jewel of the painter's art to that.
"To be sure." "And since your son is engaged to Mrs.Ballantyne, I suppose that you were satisfied with it"-- and he paused to give a trifle of significance to his next words--"as the jury was." "Yes, of course," Mr.Hazlewood stammered, "but a witness, I think, only answers the questions put to him." "That is so," said Thresk, "if he is a wise witness." He took one of the miniatures out of the drawer and held it to the light.

But Mr.Hazlewood was not to be deterred.
"And subsequent reflection," he continued obstinately, "might suggest that all the questions which could throw light upon the trial had not been put." Thresk replaced the miniature in the drawer in front of him and leaned back in his chair.

He looked now straight at Mr.Hazlewood.
"It was not, I take it, in order to put those questions to me that you were kind enough, Mr.Hazlewood, to ask me to give my opinion on your miniatures.

For that would have been setting a trap for me, wouldn't it ?" Hazlewood stared at Thresk with the bland innocence of a child.

"Oh no, no," he declared, and then an insinuating smile beamed upon his long thin face.