not conceived necessary until he had heard the prisoner's account
of his movements during the half-hour he had spent at Monsanto on
the night of the duel.

"You have heard from Sergeant Flynn and my butler Mullins that the
letter carried from me by the latter to the former on the night
of the 28th was a letter for the Commissary-General of an urgent
character, to be forwarded first thing in the morning. If the
prisoner insists upon it, the Commissary-General himself may be
brought before this court to confirm my assertion that that
communication concerned a complaint from headquarters on the
subject of the tents supplied to the third division Sir Thomas
Picton's - at Celorico. The documents concerning that complaint
- that is to say, the documents upon which we are to presume that
the prisoner was at work during tine half-hour in question - were
at the time in my possession in my own private study and in another
wing of the building altogether."

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