"What did the prisoner say."

"He pointed to the watch and ring, and said: 'There they are;' then he
looked at the count with a smile."

"Did he seem frightened?"

"Not the least in the world," was the answer; "just the contrary."

"What happened next?"

"The prisoner told him he must consider himself a prisoner on the charge
of stealing a watch. He laughed aloud and walked away."

The landlady of the house, the policeman and the count all gave the same
evidence. It seemed very clear against him.

"What have you to say?" asked, the magistrate of the prisoner.

He raised his luminous gray eyes.

"Not one word," he replied, in a clear, refined voice.

"What is your name? I see you have refused to give any."

For the first time the prisoner's face flushed crimson, and the count
smiled malignantly.

"My name is--John Smith," he replied, and again the count smiled.