Rows of desks represented the seats of the counsel, and two long forms, slightly elevated above the level of the floor, were reserved for the accommodation of the jury.

The general public and witnesses-in-waiting were relegated to the rear of the court.
The question was, as everyone entered, Who is who?
Who is to be the judge, and who is to be the prisoner, and who are to be the counsel?
This natural inquiry was answered after the usual style of the enterprising secretary.

Every one on entering was asked to draw out of a hat a folded slip of paper, which assigned to him the part he was to play, the only parts reserved from the lot being that of judge, which of course was to be filled by Ainger, and that of senior counsels for the prosecution and defence, which were undertaken respectively by Barnworth and Felgate.

It was suspected later on that a few of the other parts were also prearranged, but no one could be quite sure of this.
"What are you ?" said Dig, pulling a long face over his piece of paper.
"I'm junior counsel for the defence," said Arthur proudly.

"What are you ?" "A wretched witness," said the baronet.
"What a spree! Won't I pull you inside out when I get you in the box, my boy!" There was a call for order, and Ainger, mounting the bench, said,-- "This is quite an experiment, you fellows.