"
Sir Terence sat down amid a rustling stir that ran through the
court, but was instantly summoned to his feet again by the president.
"A moment, Sir Terence. The prisoner will no doubt desire to
question you on that statement." And he looked with serious eyes
at Captain Tremayne.
"I have no questions for Sir Terence, sir," was his answer.
Indeed, what question could he have asked? The falsehoods he had
uttered had woven themselves into a rope about his neck, and he
stood before his brother officers now in an agony of shame, a man
discredited, as he believed.
"But no doubt you will desire the presence of the
Commissary-General?" This was from Colonel Fletcher his own
colonel and a man who esteemed him - and it was asked in accents
that were pleadingly insistent.
"What purpose could it serve, sir? Sir Terence's words are partly
confirmed by the evidence he has just elicited from Sergeant Flynn
and his butler Mullins. Since he spent the night writing a letter
to the Commissary, it is not to be doubted that the subject would
be such as he states, since from my own knowledge it was the most
urgent matter in our hands. And, naturally, he would not have
written without having the documents at his side.
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