resemblance to Mr. Frankl, himself a Jew. The prisoner had then shot
the deceased, mistaking him for Mr. Frankl, and had been found
holding the smoking weapon, which he admitted to be his own. It was
a painful case; but the chain of inference was not assailable.

"Not assailable" found an echo in the minds of solicitor and counsel
for Hogarth, who with growing anxiety were awaiting the coming of
Margaret with her story of the weapons. Margaret was where her name
was changed to Rachel.

Now was the regime of examining counsel for the prosecution. The
usher called: "Baruch Frankl!"

A voice in the gallery shouted: "Caps and tassels!" while Frankl, in
the witness box, bowed largely to both bench and bar. He put his
palms on the red-hot rail, caught them up, put them again, caught
up, put them; and still he bowed, while a trembling of the chin gave
to his beard a downward waving.

"Now explain to the court the reasons for the state of the
prisoner's feelings toward you".

"For one thing I had turned him out, because he could not pay his
rent; for another, his sister was inclined, my lord, to be a little
bit weak on my account--"

"A little bit _what_?" asked his lordship.

"Just a little bit weak, my lord".