CHAPTER XXIII.
A STARTLING CHARGE.
The Duke of Hereward was quite unable to account for the look of vindictive and deadly hatred and malice cast on him by Rose Cameron.

He could only suppose that she mistook him for some one else, or that she unreasonably resented his active share in the prosecution of the search for the murderers of Sir Lemuel Levison.
He sat back in his seat and watched her while she stepped upon the witness-stand and turned to face the jury.
Every pair of eyes in the court-room were also fixed upon her.

For it was believed that she had been an accomplice in the murder, as well as in the robbery, at Castle Lone, and that she had turned Queen's evidence in order to escape the extreme penalty of the law.

And all there who looked upon her were as much dazzled by her wondrous beauty, as appalled by her awful guilt.
The Clerk of the Court administered the oath.

The assistant Queen's Counsel proceeded to examine her.
"Your name is Rose Cameron ?" "Na! I'm nae Rose Cameron.